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wordsaresimple-imnot · 4 years ago

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New Hope - Eliot x Reader drabble/one-shot

A/N: Okay, so I’m re-watching Leverage and I just wrapped season 2 where Nate is arrested and the angsty idea of his daughter being part of the team and losing him came to me so I started writing that and then the rest just sorta happened. Basically a drabble that turned into an unplanned one-shot I’m not entirely sure I like. I feel like I should give it additional parts but y’all can decide that. I also have another Eliot angst/fluff I’m almost done with and about 2-3 one-shots/multi fic ideas for Eliot I’m trying to organize.

Details: You are Nate’s daughter (either by Maggie or maybe gf/hs sweetheart before Maggie) that’s part of the team and already established gf/love of Eliot. Nate is arrested and it spirals you down, until you find something out and your life changes. Kinda sucks, please be kinda, haha.

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In the span of maybe two minutes, everything came to a screeching halt. Well, not quite a halt. More like trying to watching a video that was trying to load and play at the same time. Every part of your body felt heavy, heavier than you ever remember feeling. You try to focus on the situation at hand but things register too late.

Sterling, standing with cops, surrounding you and the team. Guns pointed at you. Trapped. Your dad speaking, walking to the rail. He cuffs himself to the rail. Why? What’s happening? Him and Sterling talking. What’s happening?

“Dad? What are you doing?” You take a half step towards him, when Eliot grabs your hand to hold you back. The guns shift in your direction.

Your dad tells the team how you’re his family and he will never forget that. None of this is computing. He’s yelling for you all to get on the helicopter. You feel Eliot tug at your arm to get you to move. It snaps you out of your haze and everything is in crystal clear focus. You pull away from Eliot and rush to your father.

“No. No! You aren’t doing this. There’s another way.” You frantically start tugging at the handcuffs, believing if you pull it hard enough it’ll break apart and free him. You hear your teammates call your name, but ignore them still rambling. “This isn’t happening. We lost Sam. I lost Sam. I can’t lose you too. You can’t leave me. Dad, no!”

He shifts his cuffed hand to gently and firmly grab yours, saying your name. You freeze and look up into his eyes. “Do you remember what I use to tell you when you were little?”

“That I was your first true love, and true love is about protecting each other.” You whisper, your voice shaking. He gave you a gentle smile, his eyes softening.

“That’s right. I couldn’t save Sam, and I’ll live with that guilt forever. But if I don’t do this to protect you, and them, I couldn’t live with myself. I love you, so much.” He leaned forward and gave your forehead a kiss. As he pulls back, he nods to Eliot to grab you.

“Daddy.” You try to keep hold of his hand, but Eliot pries you apart and keeps a firm hold on your arms, following the rest of the team to the helicopter. Your eyes lock with Sterling as you move past him. The look you give him makes him take a side step back. You hear Eliot telling him to watch his back; Eliot will be the least of his problems.

Then, it was like the video fully loaded and everything sped up at once. You barely remembered the flight, or the following weeks after your fathers arrest. It was a blur spent in bed, crying off and on with random bouts of anger. Sophie and Eliot spent the most time with you, trying to make you eat and stay somewhat in a routine of at least wondering around Eliot’s apartment. About a month after his arrest you tried to ease back into being with the team and wanted to help in planning his escape. Then you got sick.

You were sitting in the bathroom in your dad’s flat, loving the cool side of the tub against your neck as you focused on breathing. A soft knock made you open your eyes a crack, seeing Eliot quietly step inside and close the door again. He grabbed a washcloth, got it damp, and sat down in front of you while holding it to your forehead.

“How you feeling?” Every part of him showed concern.

“Like death.” You gave a dry chuckle. “Why aren’t you sick? We’ve been eating the same things for months.”

“Minus your comfort food,” Eliot joked.

You rolled your eyes, “I haven’t had that in...” You trailed off trying to remember the last time you had any comfort food aka period cravings. When you realized you couldn’t give a confident answer on the last time that happened, you said the only thought you had. “Uh, oh.”

Eliot tensed, “Uh, oh? What ‘uh, oh’?” His eyes follow your hands as they settle on your stomach, his own arm dropping from your forehead. “Uh, oh.”

One not-so-secret trip to the corner drug store (courtesy of Parker eves dropping and blabbing to everyone else in the apartment) and twenty minutes of drinking water and waiting to pee later had everyone sitting in the living room looking at the timer on your phone. Well, Eliot was pacing but everyone else was sitting.

“Man, if this is positive Nate is gonna break out just to kill you. We might not have to do anything.” Hardison tried to joke, looking at Eliot who was far from amused.

“Hardison I’m gonna jump over this couch and -” Eliot started before Sophie jumped in.

“Can everyone just stop for a minute? We need to be supportive right now.” She gave them a pointed look and went back to rubbing soothing circles on your back.

The timer went off and you couldn’t shut it off fast enough. Beyond that quick movement, you found yourself stuck to your seat. You turned and looked at Eliot, standing at your side, neither of you seemed able to move. Then you hear a huff and a flash of blonde as Parker sprints to the bathroom and comes back just as fast holding the stick. Her face is unreadable.

“Well?” Sophie asks.

“Negative.” Parker looks between you and Eliot.

“Oh.” You feel your shoulders drop, processing the news.

“That’s good, though, right? That’s what you wanted?” Hardison asked.

“I mean, yeah. That’s the smart outcome. It’s just...” You felt tears prick at your eyes and turn towards Eliot. He sits on the arm rest and hugs you to his side. “I guess I had just assumed it was gonna be yes so I started thinking of all the memories we’d make and our life...”

“Me too.” Eliot confessed, kissing the top of your head.

“Well, good news then. It’s positive.” Parker’s face broke into a smile. You and Eliot’s heads snapped over to her. “I lied before. Just wanted to be sure you knew your real emotions on it.”

You jump up and rush to grab the test from her hands. She’s still smiling like she somehow won the jackpot. “You are the craziest person I’ve ever met.” You mumble to her, but she didn’t seem remotely fazed. There it was, big and pink and plus. You look back up at Eliot and nod in confirmation. “It’s positive.”

He walked over and took the test from your hand, staring at the symbol as you had done. Then his arms wrap around you and hold you close, being as gentle as possible so you don’t get sick again. Your arms wrap around him and you start to cry and laugh at the same time. Eliot pulls back enough to see your face.

“Those happy tears?” He looked slightly worried. When all you could do was nod and smile at him, he smiled back. Eliot put one hand on your check and moved the other to rest on your stomach, leaning down he gave you a passionate and loved filled kiss. The euphoric moment ended once you heard Parker speak yet again.

“So what’s Nate gonna be more pissed about: Eliot getting his daughter pregnant or not knowing Sophie’s real name?”

“Those are problems for another day. Right now, we are going to celebrate the newest member of our family!” Sophie came forward and gave you both hugs, followed by Hardison and a typical semi awkward Parker hug.

You looked at your team, laughing and smiling. They would be there for you and Eliot and your growing baby, and that made you feel a happiness you’d been missing for the past month. Your dad was right - they are family. And you saw hope and a future for your family. You’d get your dad out and once everyone was together again, no one would be able to break them apart again.

#leverage #one shot #eliot spencer #nate ford #parker #alec hardison #leverage fanfic #fanfiction #drabble #eliot x reader #eliot spencer x reader #nate ford daughter #sophie devereaux #christian kane

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writemywaytoyourheart · 5 years ago

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Onsra- Chapter 18: Home, Sweet Home.

Pairing: vampire!jungkook x female reader

Genre: drama, horror, angst, romance

Warnings for this chapter: nothing^^

Word count: 4.3k ( a bit longer as requested lol)

Onsra: ML, Previous

Tag list: @ditttiii @fekitza @jjungkook99 @rubinora

The ONLY thing that kept me alive long enough to finish this d*mn chapter was the entire Lord of the Rings soundtrack. y’all better like this mofo T-T sweet goodness

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“Jungkook wait, I’m scared.”

You try to pull your ankle back before he can try any funny business, but Jungkook keeps a hold on you. “Y/n, stop moving.” He sighs and looks into your eyes, his reflecting irritation and exasperation. Honestly, this whole thing is just embarrassing. Your ankle is throbbing with pain, so you’re scared for him to touch it, let alone take a dang stick out of it heck no.

Not to mention the fact that you’re still barefoot, since you never grabbed your shoes during the fire last night. Your feet are covered in dirt and dried blood, a couple bruises on the sides of them. They look awfully pathetic when he has them sitting in his lap as he examines your ankle.

Yeah, this is humiliating.

Jungkook doesn’t pay your anxiety and embarrassment any mind, he just continues to scrutinize the damage. Then, you see him reach behind himself and put a little stone bowl full of water next to him on the ground. You furrow your brows in confusion and point at it.

“Where the heck did you get that thing?”

“I found it.” He states simply.

“You just found it? Like, randomly in a forest?”

“Stop stalling, y/n. Just stay still.”

“I’m not stalling! I’m just wondering where the heck you found water and a bowl in this gosh forsaken forest!” You defend yourself quickly.

Jungkook doesn’t look up from your ankle, “It’s not even a bowl. It’s a rock with a dent in it, idiot. I found a small stream and got some water from it. Happy?” He doesn’t wait for your response before looking up at you and holding his hand out, “Give me a piece of your shirt. Don’t look at me like that. Your shirt is already torn and I’m not about to ruin mine.” You sigh and tear a small part of your t-shirt, where you had torn it last night to use as a rag to cover your mouth during the fire. Jungkook snatches it from you, ignoring your eye roll and immediately dunks it into the tiny ‘bowl’ of water. Once he’s satisfied with how wet it is, Jungkook brings it to the gash on your ankle and wipes around it. He only stops when you hiss in pain and try to pull your ankle back.

“It hurts!”

“Would you rather let it get worse and lose your whole foot?” Jungkook snaps back in annoyance.

You bite your lip but nod in consent for him to continue. Another minute passes of Jungkook being less than gentle with your foot and you spitting out random curses at him from time to time. You feel like he’s smirking at your pain, but you can’t be too sure, seeing as your eyes are blurred with tears.

It feels like a thousand years later when Jungkook finally pulls the now red cloth from your wound and announces he’s done. “Good.” You say firmly and make a move to stand before you stop when Jungkook gives you one of those looks you’ve come to know all too well, ‘you better stay still or I’m really going to kill you’, yeah one of those.

“I told you, I need to get the stick out. Stupid.”

“Stop calling me names.”

“Why should I? They’re all true.”

You give him your best glare and he just stares right back, an eyebrow cocked in amusement. “If you don’t stay still it’s going to hurt more. So, stop moving and let me get this over with.”

“Then why don’t you stop blabbing and do it already...stupid.” You mutter under your breath.

That earns you a small smile; you’re taken aback by how normal he looks when he isn’t scowling. The moment is short-lived though, because the next second your screaming in pain and pulling your ankle back, “Ouch! What are you trying to do?! Shove it in more??” The tears are back full force as your ankle throbs with a heartbeat of intense pain. Jungkook grits his teeth and yanks your ankle back into position, hooking his arm around your leg and turning so his back faces you. All you can see is the top half of your leg and his back. Your ankle is captured on the other side and you frantically try to pull it back.

“No! Stop! Stop! It hurts, don’t touch it! Let me gooo!” You keep hollering and blubbering away while Jungkook just shakes his head and sighs at your shameless tantrum.

“Y/n! Stop!” You freeze at the tone of his voice, your chest rapidly rising and falling as you whimper again, “Please don’t. It hurts.”

Jungkook turns and looks at you again, the look on your face causing something to stir in him. You look like a lost puppy that’s been starved and beaten and thinks he’s about to kick you too, your eyes wide with anxiety and glistening with tears. He knows if he lessens his grip you’ll bolt as fast as you can away from him. How annoying.

It confuses him that he’s still here, dealing with your sorry butt. He’d like nothing better than to walk away and leave you on this rock, letting you deal with your predicament yourself. He’d finally be free of you.

No.

Seokjin would kill him for sure. Skin him alive.

That’s the only reason he won’t leave this instant.

Yeah.

Yeah that’s why.

Then, an idea flits through Jungkook’s mind and he tries not to smirk.

Jungkook takes you by complete and utter surprise when he smiles at you gently. You flinch back as if he’s a lion lunging for its prey. You search his eyes for any sign of aggressiveness and only calm your breathing when you see none.

“It’s okay y/n, just take some deep breaths and it’ll be over in a second. I promise.”

Um…what?

Who in the hecking heck is this now?

You raise your eyebrows and look him up and down. “Why are you suddenly being nice to me?”

“You’re hurt. I’m just trying to help.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“Gee thanks, just shut up and stay still. Come on and man up, y/n.”

“Man up? I don’t think so-“

“Well, woman up then! Fricking seriously.” You laugh quietly at being able to rile him up so easily. Jungkook twitches his nose; irked.

“I’m going to do it now. I really am.”

“Ok-” You cringe before you even feel the first pull. Once Jungkook takes the stick out, you need to hold onto the rock you’re sitting on for dear life. You’re sure you almost blacked out just now. Laying your head down on the rock, you close your eyes and try to think of happy and warm thoughts. Sunsets and romance books, chocolates and kittens. Anything but the throbbing pain in your ankle and not wrapping your hands around his throat and squeezing as hard as you damn well please.

“You good?” You open your eyes to see Jungkook leaning over you, his eyes squinting as he scrutinizes your face. You nod and take a shuddering breath, so much for chocolates and kittens. “I’m fine. I just want to get out of this place and never see another tree as long as I live.” Sitting up, you try not to think about how dizzy you still are.

“Well, I can’t guarantee you that’ll be very long, but…” A smirk paints his expression and you roll your eyes.

So, he can make a joke.

Jungkook takes your hand and pulls you to a standing position. Once you’re steady on your feet you look down at your ankle; a black cloth wrapped around the wound there. A quick glance at Jungkook’s torn shirt confirms that he did, in fact, ruin his shirt to help you.

…but why?

“We have to get out of here. The bleeding is stopped for now, but the infection already started.” You fidget anxiously at his words.

“How are we supposed to get out? We’re lost and I’m useless. I can’t walk.”

Jungkook kicks the makeshift bowl of water to the side and turns around, crouching slightly.

“Ok, hop on.”

Your cheeks burst into flames at his suggestion. Never in your life have you gotten a piggyback ride from a boy before, not counting your father when you were a small child.

“Uh…are you sure…?” You say hesitantly, eyeing the vampire that turns to face you, a look of exasperation dancing across his features. Jungkook clicks his tongue and turns around once more, crouching even farther to make it easier for you to get on his back.

“Just do what I say. You want to get out of here, right?”

You nod, then realize he can’t see you with his back turned, so you say shyly, “Y-Yes.”

“Well, get on then.” You take a deep breath and lean over him, wrapping your arms tentatively around his shoulders, laying your stomach over his back awkwardly. A yelp escapes your lips when he bumps you up on his back, wrapping his hands around the backs of your thighs. Jungkook pats your knee, a sign to wrap your legs around his waist, which you do slowly, the heat creeping up your neck at the position you never thought you’d find yourself in.

Jungkook sets off into the forest once again, you wrapped around his middle like a koala and red as a tomato.

“So, why were you apologizing to me?”

“Hm?” You start at his sudden question, not expecting him to try making small talk. You long since gave up on talking to him.

“A couple hours ago. Before you had your meltdown, you kept apologizing to me, remember?”

Oh yes, you definitely remember.

You just have no desire to discuss this with him right now. Or ever, for that matter.

You know you have a problem with being abandoned. It was drilled into you growing up that you were always the problem, even if you didn’t start the fight. If you talked back at all and upset the other person, everything was your fault. You always ruined everything.

You felt like you had to apologize to Jungkook, because if you didn’t, he would leave you to die in this hellish forest. Suck it up, and you won’t get hurt.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

But this punk doesn’t need to know any of that.

Jungkook shakes his head and sighs, “Fine, don’t tell me.”

“I won’t.”

“Fine.”

“Whatever.” Jungkook mumbles grumpily, hiking you up a little to get you further up on his back. You stare at the back of his head, his black hair bouncing every time he takes a step. You can’t help but wonder why his attitude has suddenly changed, a couple hours ago he would have gladly left you for dead in the middle of the forest, the night before he would’ve killed you with his own bare hands. So, why is he carrying you on his back through the forest now?

Is he playing some sort of game?

You hate that you’re being this skeptical towards him when he’s literally trying to help you. But you can’t help it, seeing as just yesterday he yanked you around and hurt you, calling you names and bringing you down. How can someone change so quickly? Didn’t Seokjin say Jungkook wasn’t himself anymore?

That thought halts your breathing, making your chest tighten with anxiety.

Is he trying to make me feel safe, just to turn around and murder me at the last second?

No.

Stop it, y/n.

Stop psyching yourself up over nothing. He probably just feels bad for treating you so horribly before.

Even you don’t believe that...so what’s his game?

You shake your head to clear it, regretting it almost instantly when it makes the dizziness come back full force. You resist the temptation to lay your head on Jungkook’s shoulder, distracting yourself by asking him a question of your own.

“I still don’t understand something.”

“Mm, and what’s that?” Jungkook mutters as he continues to trudge along.

“Last night, those two vampires. You didn’t seem scared of them at all.”

“That’s because I wasn’t.”

“Why? Why did you bother running if they were going to catch up with us and you weren’t afraid of them anyway?”

Jungkook adjusts you on his back again and cocks his head to the side before answering, “Well first of all, those guys were idiots. They weren’t the ones we were running from. They didn’t set the trap.” You furrow your brows in confusion, and Jungkook must sense it from your silence, so he continues.

“Of course, I didn’t know that until I saw them. I stopped because if I didn’t, they would’ve found you.”

Your heart does some weird flippity jumpy thing at his words and you unconsciously tighten your arms around his shoulders. Jungkook doesn’t seem to notice as he goes on, “I was just lucky they happened to be the ones to find us. See, those guys are harmless, to me at least. They just wander around and look for lost humans to suck blood from. They aren’t smart enough to set traps, they just heard us running and came after us.”

You nod at his explanation. Those guys seemed pretty intimidating to you, but you decide not to voice that, seeing as Jungkook would probably use it to hold over your head and mock you for being such a scaredy-cat.

You two continue along in silence for a while until your stomach starts to get nauseous on you to the point that you can no longer ignore its warnings and you tap Jungkook’s shoulder frantically.

“Jungkook. Jungkook I’m gonna puke.”

The vampire freezes at your alarming comment, “What? Get off, get off, get off.” He practically throws you on the floor of the woods. The whole time Jungkook was walking with you on his back, your dizziness never subsided, and the rocking back and forth only made it worse. You two hadn’t even been walking for more than an hour when your empty stomach decided it needed to empty itself even further.

You whine at the harsh contact your butt makes with the hard ground, sending a glare up at him before turning and dry heaving into a patch of crinkled leaves.

“I think I’m dying.” You choke out after a minute of your stomach trying its best to leave your body through your throat and ultimately failing. Your head is spinning like crazy, there’s no way you can move, not even to get on his back again. You groan and swat at the hands trying to pull you up. “I can’t Jungkook. I seriously can’t.”

You hear a heavy sigh leave his mouth but can’t bring yourself to care. You just lay your head on the ground and close your eyes. This is how you’ll go. Nothing spectacular. Accepting your fate, you ignore whatever words are coming out of Jungkook’s mouth now. His words aren’t making any sense anyway, just a bunch of muffled sounds.

No, no just leave me alone. Just let me die. I can’t do it.

The blurry image of green leaves spins in your vision and you close your eyes again, noting that the sensation that your twirling around stops and everything goes silent.

“Y/n? Can you hear me? Wake up.”

Leave me alone. Just let me sleep.

“Y/n? Open your eyes.”

No, get away from me.

You hear a sigh and feel something cold touch your face, making your eyes twitch. Then drops of water wet your chapped lips and you try to force your eyes open.

Water? Is that water?

Two blurry Jungkooks come into view when you open your eyes, they wobble before joining and making one as he stares at you, his brows close together.

“Y/n?” You think you see relief in his eyes, but before you can catch it the relief dissipates and turns into annoyance. “Finally, idiot.”

“What-“

“Shh, don’t talk.” Jungkook squeezes a wet black cloth over your lips, letting the water dribble down your mouth and chin, then he sets the cool rag onto your forehead.

What is going on? Did you make it back to the house?

“You passed out.” Jungkook answers your unspoken question.

So, you’re still in the forest?

Oh hell.

You whine and blink, trying to get your focus back.

“I can’t be in this forest another second, I’m gonna freak out.” You mumble almost incoherently. Jungkook chuckles and helps you sit up slowly, “Well, lucky for you I know where we are.”

“Wait, really??”

“Yeah, to be honest I have no clue how we ended up so far from the house last night. I’d say we’re only about an hour from there now.” You look at him in surprise and start laughing hysterically.

“Well, what are we waiting for?!” Jungkook raises an eyebrow, “Uh, maybe for you to wake up?”

Oh…yeah…right.

You stop laughing and nod, “Ok, I’m fine. Let’s go.” Jungkook shakes his head at you reaching out to him to pick you up. Then he bends down and lets you climb onto his back, “You owe me big time, ya know.”

“Of course. What would you like in return?” You say playfully and roll your eyes.

“For lugging your lazy butt around the forest for hours? Let me think on it.”

You’ve never been so happy to see the blue sky past a break in the trees a few feet ahead of you and Jungkook. The end of this blasted forest at last! You squeal in excitement as Jungkook steps out of the tree line, you still clinging to his back like a baby bear.

Then the excitement is gone, replaced by dread almost instantaneously. You hear Jungkook suck in a sharp breath and your face pales at the sight in front of you. The old mansion is still standing, a miracle in itself; but the whole roof and nearly half of one side of the house is completely gone. Just ashes and rubble sit where the living room and library used to be.

You move to slide off Jungkook’s back, but realize he’s tightened his grip on you. You stay where you are and try to see if you can spot anyone by the house. After a second, Jungkook continues walking slowly toward the house.

“Jungkook? Y/n?” You both jump at the sound of Hoseok’s voice. He’s just coming around from the back of the house, carrying an ax and a small bag. He drops the things he’s holding and runs to the two of you.

“You guys are okay! You had us worried sick! Where on earth were you? Are you hurt?” Hoseok is frantically searching Jungkook for any injuries, much to the irritation of the younger vampire. Jungkook pulls away roughly, ignoring Hoseok’s pout.

“I had to go off after this idiot when she ran into the woods last night. Where’s Seokjin? Is everyone alright?”

Hoseok looks at you, brows creased in confusion, then he nods at Jungkook’s question.

“Yes, everyone is okay. Seokjin went out looking for you two at daybreak when we realized you still hadn’t come back.” Your stomach turns, it must be close to sunset already, so where is Seokjin?

Hoseok smiles warmly at your concerned face, “Don’t worry, y/n. Seokjin will be back by nightfall if he isn’t back before then. We have a rule not to- y/n!” The vampire interrupts himself when he sees your bare feet, one of them wrapped in a piece of cloth from Jungkook’s shirt. “What happened? And why is he carrying you?” He steps away to take in the full picture as if just now noticing that you’re clinging to Jungkook’s back.

“I tripped and hurt my foot.” You say sheepishly.

Hoseok frowns and puts a hand on your forehead, “You don’t look so good, y/n. You’re burning up.” You blink and try to clear your head; it keeps fogging up and you have a pounding headache.

“My head is killing me.” You groan and give in to lying your head on Jungkook’s shoulder with a soft thump. You want to ask Hoseok where Ga-In and Yuri are, but you can’t seem to get the words out. The nausea is coming back too, and you groan again when Jungkook shifts you slightly.

“Jungkook, get her inside now. The rooms are still okay. Quick, go.” Hoseok pushes Jungkook lightly and he takes off across the little field to the mansion, trying to walk as carefully as he can.

All you can comprehend is a pair of arms laying you down on a soft bed, a few frantic words floating around above your head. You can’t grasp the meaning of them though, or who’s saying them. You think you hear a girl’s voice saying something, but you don’t recognize it. All you can see is blackness, as you’ve opted for keeping your eyes closed instead of watching the world spin around you in a nauseating circle.

Then everything goes dead silent.

Your body jerks awake at the pain in your ankle, and you sit up with a jolt. You cry out and make to grab for your hurt foot, but a pair of strong hands wrap around your wrists, stopping you. The world slowly starts coming into focus as you blink and see Seokjin sitting in a chair next to your bed, smiling softly at you. A little lamp is on, the only light in the otherwise dark room.

“Hey, y/n. You’re alive.”

“Seokjin? What happened?” You rub at your eyes and wince at the pain in your ankle again while sitting up and scooting back on your bed to rest your head against the wall.

“You were sick.”

“Why?”

“Well, first of all you were dehydrated and exhausted. You hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday afternoon and the infection in your ankle started a fever. After walking all night and day, I guess your body couldn’t take any more.” You nod and rub your eyes again.

“Where’s Jungkook?”

Seokjin smiles knowingly at your question and you look away from his gaze, hating the feeling that he knows your deepest secrets. Jin just laughs quietly and leans down to grab something off the floor.

“Jungkook is okay. I think he’s helping the boys outside.”

You hum nonchalantly and graciously accept the bowl of soup he hands you, “What about Ga-In and Yuri? Do they know I’m back?” The vampire nods again, “Yeah, they’re in the kitchen finishing the soup for everyone.” You look down and see your foot bandaged in white cloths, wrapping around your ankle and heel.

“Thank you. For helping me.”

“Of course. I mean it did need a few stitches, but you’ll be okay.” You nod, deciding not to ask how in blazes he managed to stitch it while you were knocked out.

The door opens then and you look up to see Ga-In and Yuri rush to your side. You laugh at their frantic faces scanning you.

“Gosh, y/n! You scared us half to death!” Ga-In cries and pulls you into her chest, almost spilling the soup while crushing your head into her bosom. You laugh and pull away, feeling Yuri give your leg a gentle squeeze.

“You guys are so dramatic, I was just a bit tired is all.”

“A bit tired? Y/n, when Jungkook brought you into the house you looked like a lifeless doll, all colorless and limp. Don’t ever do that again. What on earth made you run last night?” Yuri speaks up worriedly.

You recount everything that happened with them, the fear and shock on their faces making you regret acting out so rashly.

“Well, thank goodness Jungkook had enough sense to go after you.” Ga-In clicks her tongue, not noticing the look of offense crossing your face.

Right, Seokjin never told them about Jungkook and being too far gone.

“Well, you need to get some real sleep y/n. I’ll let you girls settle in for the night. Sleep well.” Seokjin stands and stretches his limbs before heading to the door, closing it on his way out.

You finish your soup at the urging of the other two girls, then let them get you settled into bed. You're out like a light before your head even hits the pillow.

That night, you dream of Jungkook.

He’s walking in the forest you two were lost in, smiling when he turns and sees you following him. Then he reaches out his hand, entwining his fingers in yours when you give him your hand. You stumble when Jungkook pulls you closer, tripping on the branches littering the ground. He catches you and you place your hands on his chest, smiling up at him.

“You okay?” He whispers softly and you blush. “I have something for you.” He says, and you give him a questioning look. Then, Jungkook pulls away and hands you a tiny white flower, the same one you were looking at just the other day. You look up to thank him, then notice in a panic that he’s leaning in closer, and closer. And then.

“Y/n? Wake up, I’m starving.”

What?

“Y/n, come on~ I’m hungry and I think Jin is making pancakes again.”

No no no no noooooooo.

Your eyes fly open to see Ga-In leaning over you, a smile spreads on her face when she sees you awake. You panic for a second, thinking she knows what you just dreamt about.

Dreamt.

Dream.

A dream?

Dangflabbit and all.

“Come on y/n. Get up! You need to rebuild your energy.” You nod but you’re not really paying attention to her. Because you just had a dream about Jungkook. And you liked it.

You’re so screwed.

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a/n: I still have 15 mins until midnight haHA I kept my Friday promise bitzes. ok good night.

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regrettablewritings · 5 years ago

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Podcasts, Youtubes, and TV Shows to Distract Yourself With Because Why Not, and Also Because I Wanna Blab About Some of These

Since I can’t go to work and horrify my coworkers/make them realize I’m a mess and/or nerd by telling them about the type of media I’m into, I’m foisting my recommendations on all of y’all who choose to read this. I frankly do not care how many people have actually heard of these things because I’m also sure there’s plenty of people who, like me, are very slow and oblivious to entertainment, or who have heard of the property but were never that convinced.

Kipo and the Age of the Wonderbeasts

Type: TV series

200 years after a mysterious yet earth-shattering event, much of humanity has taken to living beneath the surface in communities called burrows, wherein life goes on, if effected somewhat by the bizarre fauna that exists above them (referred to as “mutes”, short for “mutant”). One burrow girl, Kipo, founds her world turned almost literally inside-out when she finds herself not only separated from her father and the only world she’s ever known, but on the surface, no less. What ensues is her trying to find her way back home with the help of a stony-faced little girl with a massive chip on her shoulder; a music enthusiast and his literal gadfly friend; and some . . . unusual allies that only an oblivious optimist like Kipo could make. All to a kickass soundtrack, a beautiful backdrop of art, and a world where animals have basically evolved into gangs under a looming threat known as Scarlemagne. If you can’t already tell, I love this series to bits and now is the perfect time for people to get into it and encourage another season of it. Just . . . don’t think too hard that whatever happened to cause the Event in the show happened in October 2020 . . .

Available on: Netflix

My Dad Wrote a Porno

Type: Podcast

This should go without saying, but this podcast is definitely meant for more mature audiences. Or somebody with a strong stomach. Not that it’ll always be easy to tell with the type of content this series gives. When Jamie Morton’s father handed him his manuscripts for his self-published books, he had no idea he was being given a pinnacle of a polished turd: It was erotica. Really, really, really bad erotica. But the ear’s trash is the heart’s pleasure with this bad girl, as Jamie enlists the company of friends Alice and James to provide commentary on “Rocky Flintstone”’s series Belinda Blinked, a drama chronicling the sexcapades of Belinda Blumenthal as she climbs the ladders (and men and women) both in and out of the cut-throat world of pots and pans sales. What follows is a goldmine of awkward metaphors, strange bedmates, and just an overall stampede of whiplashing events that somehow exceed expectations. Listen in if you dare . . . And make sure you’re in good company for it. Fun Fact, though: Daisy Ridley, Ben Barnes, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Michael Sheen, Mara Wilson, Elijah Wood are but a few well-known fans of this series! Nobody is safe . . .

Available on: Wherever podcasts can be found

Lore

Type: Podcast

Sometimes, truth is stranger than fiction. And what better way to be reminded of that, then to have the dulcet tones of Aaron Mahnke tell you about the lighthouse incident that the 2016 movie The Lighthouse was loosely inspired by? Suffice to say, this podcast could also be interpreted with some advised discretion, but definitely in a way that’s different from My Dad Wrote a Porno. In the centuries humankind has existed, we’ve managed to create a menagerie of beasts, both fictional and in ourselves. Lore explores all the many different kinds of events and persons and creatures we have to offer. In any given episode, we could be talking about anything from the bizarre story of a lady who convinced 18th century physicians that she was giving birth to rabbits, to something more disturbing like the life of H.H. Holmes. Or something as relatively innocuous as the relationship between gremlins and flight. Regardless of the subject, however, you’ll definitely walk away knowing something new, if bizarre. And perhaps slightly terrifying.

Available on: Wherever podcasts can be found

The Amelia Project

Type: Podcast

Congratulations: You have been made aware of The Amelia Project. If you’re not interested in this, exit the page. Now. If you continue, there’s no unhearing it. Good choice! A new interest awaits. If you don’t enjoy it, please consider the whole thing a hoax. Okay but in all seriousness, there’s no way to do The Amelia Project justice in just a simple description. The plot sounds quite simple, really: People want to disappear and start a new life, The Amelia Project is there to help – with a price. And that’s if you can actually get a hold of them! What really makes the show, however, are the people and the writing, and I’m not just talking about the almost childlike Interviewer with an obsession for hot cocoa. I’m talking about the clientele: I’m talking about the macabre-obsessed theme park owner who’s out for revenge; the cult leader who’s in way over his head; a Santa impersonator stuck in a miserable marriage with his own manager; an actual podcast character trying to outrun his creators. And obviously this would all be nowhere without the spectacular writing! I really can explain this series without blabbing on and potentially spoiling things; The Amelia Project is an experience!

Available on: Wherever podcasts can be found

LegalEagle

Type: Youtube channel

To be frank, I just like learning for the sake of learning, even if I may not always necessarily understand the topic or have any plans to use it in the foreseeable future. The big difference here being that at least this channel makes learning about the law fun and breaks it down. Headed by a certified lawyer (because what an age we live in, where professionals actually take time out of their lives to teach us common folk), there’s a multitude of series D.J. Stone uses to help break down the complex world of law, from reviewing the realism of procedural favorites (Law & Order, The Good Wife, HTGAWM, etc), to analyzing real-life situations, to even watching childhood media that has nothing to do with the law and determining how much money, say, Willy Wonka would owe in a lawsuit. In short, it is one of my worst subjects done in one of my favorite ways to learn! Plus, Stone hates business students and is perfectly willing to poke fun at law students so it’s all fun, frankly.

Available on: Youtube

Nando v Movies

Type: Youtube channel

Sometimes, movies are bad. Sometimes, they’re good. And sometimes, they could use a few adjustments in hindsight. Especially the nerdier movies where the directors may or may not have tried way too hard or way too little. And that’s where Nando comes in: Whether it’s explaining why a different villain might have worked better for a hero’s origin story movie, or analyzing how one seemingly small adjustment could’ve potentially made more sense in explaining characterization, this channel is always providing a new perspective on a movie or show you’ve probably seen and maybe weren’t necessarily too pleased with. (Or maybe you were – I enjoyed Justice League okay but I love the version he rewrote more.) Oh, yeah: Sometimes he does rewrites of movies or even series. So if you’re anything like me and you’re way into that, this is a channel you don’t want to miss out on.

Available on: Youtube

DEATH BATTLE!

Type: Youtube channel

Does anyone remember Deadliest Warrior? No? . . . How about that one time during lunch where you and your friend got into it over who would win in a death match between Superman and Goku? Good news: A buncha geeks did the math for you and have come out with the results! Specifically, hosts Wiz and Boomstick have analyzed the weapons, armor, and skills of each combatant in every episode, resulting in an ongoing series of absolute nonsense and satiation of bloodshed. The description is admittedly nothing crazy, but the amount of detail applied is honestly where it’s at: From calculating how loud Black Canary’s screams are to approximating Scrooge McDuck’s speed (I’m not kidding you), there’s actual thought put into the characters being assembled and how they might fair with their respective combatant. And it all comes together for an actual fight, often animated but always amazing. So if you’ve ever wondered if Thor could beat Wonder Woman, or if McGruff the Crime Dog stands a chance against Smokey the Bear (I’m…I’m being honest), then this is the show for you!

Available on: Youtube

Sideways

Type: Youtube channel

If there is music in that movie or show, it will be analyzed to a degree that, unless you’ve been trained in music, you would’ve probably never thought about. There isn’t necessarily much rhyme or reason to Sideways’ videos in terms of themes beyond music, but really, must they? Is it not enough that this man is screaming to the internet these wack and awesome trends he’s noticed in certain pieces associated with movies and musicals and the genius behind them? Could life not just be him explaining the symbolism of the instruments associated with the Crystal Gems of Steven Universe, or breaking down the cultures explored by way of the Black Panther soundtrack? Also, here’s a fun drinking game: Take a shot every time he mentions leitmotifs or the Dies Irae.

Available on: Youtube

Craig of the Creek

Type: TV show

In the woods of suburban Maryland, there exists a kid’s utopia: A place where horse girls are free to roam the fields, where a boy can be a king of garbage, and where children travel the sewers completely unsupervised. That is, until the dinner horn rings; then they have to go home until the next time they can return to The Creek. The show focuses on one specific trio (Craig, JP, and Kelsey) as every day, The Creek (and their own childish naivete) brings them new hijinks to experience. There’s a blissful lightheartedness to the show, in addition to a lot of creativity that feels like it was ripped straight out of your own imagination as a child (robots made from cardboard boxes, building portals using lights, etc). But beneath it all, there’s something just plain wild brewing. I don’t want to spoil anything, but CotC has some G-rated GOT shit going on the further along the series goes and I can’t wait to see how it all unfolds!

Available on: CN app, wcostream.com

And that’s probably enough for now, I think. Lemme know if you want any other suggestions, or how you’re findin’ ‘em if you take any of them up! Stay safe, stay healthy my dudes!

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Animal Crossing Fish - Explained #20

Brought to you by a marine biologist that still can’t believe we did ten of these, and holy crap here’s number twenty!...

Fish I’ve Covered: Click Here

Number 20, guys! WOW. Thanks all for following along. I figure here’s a great opportunity to cover one of the marine fossils and talk about something that isn’t a fish. I’ve been hearing rumors that Diving may come back to Animal Crossing, and that makes me real excited, since we’ll have so many more invertebrates to cover! In the meantime, let’s cover this one, an extinct relative of the cephalopods, the Ammonites:

The Ammonite fossil comes in just one piece, and it’s displayed as a single spiral shell on the left side of the first room in the fossil section of the museum. The left side is where all the invertebrates go, and honestly, that really gives people the wrong idea about life on Earth. I’ll rant about that another day, but if you know how to read a phylogenetic tree (the pattern on the floor) then you’ll see AC:NH put the Ammonite as the closest relative to a squid in a glass jar. That’s totally correct!

I really, really hope y’all let Blathers blab to you about the Real Facts(tm) about the stuff you donate to him, because he’s usually right about it! In AC: New Leaf, Blathers tells us that the Ammonite, as strange as it would seem, is more closely related to its shell-less cousins, the octopus and squid, than it is to the living shelled cephalopod, the nautilus. Here’s a prehistoric reconstruction (a scientific illustration about what the science and an artist think an extinct animal looked like in life) of an Ammonite by artist Mark Witton:

And here’s a living nautilus species, remember, not as closely related to the above as squids/octopuses are:

They look the same, but are totally different animals. Nautilids are thought to have appeared during the Cambrian while Ammonites appeared much later during the Devonian. It’s actually kind of difficult to find accurate illustrations of Ammonites, since for a long time, scientists also figured they had to be closely related to the nautilus. But, no, sorry, nature doesn’t make things easy. Those many, many sucker-less tentacles and the fleshy hood over the pin-hole eye is a definitely nautilus thing. Ammonites were found to have tiny teeth on their radula (a rasping tongue we know snails use to scrap food off hard surfaces) which is what octopuses have. That discovery put Ammonites and Octopuses/Squids closer together than either was to the Nautilids.

They also led completely different lives that spoke to incredible diversity and tragedy for the Ammonites. In New Horizons, Blathers tells you that Ammonite fossils are what we call “index fossils”, meaning that we can double check the time frame of other fossils more precisely by comparing where/when certain Ammonite species are discovered in the rock strata. That’s because Ammonites were insanely diverse. They evolved quickly thanks to their live fast/die young lifestyle, called “r-selection” if you want to get real college-level biology in this joint. Other animals that live this way are mayflies, mice, and of course, living squid species, among many others. It allows for many generations to pass in a short amount of time, with lots of offspring, and it makes it very easy to adapt to quick changes in the environment and bounce back from bad luck. Unfortunately, if you pair that kind lifestyle up with some bad limitations (like limited geographical spread and having a specific kind of food) one day, a catastrophe will get you, and that’s what happened to the Ammonites.

At the end of the Cretaceous Period, a giant space rock slammed into the Earth and killed all of the non-avian dinosaurs from the hell it wrought. But the dinos were far from the only poor bastards to get knocked out from this - the impact also caused acid rain, causing widespread ocean acidification that annihilated most shelled organisms living in shallow, surface waters, as the Ammonites did. These acidic seas dissolved their offspring as well as killed off a lot of the plankton they relied on. Although they survived somewhat into the Paleogene, of the Age of Mammals, it wasn’t long after that they finally kicked the bucket.

As for the nautilus? He was chillin’ in the deep sea, scavenging off whatever he could find, living a slow, long life, holding off on offspring until conditions were better. Now the Nautilus is here and the Ammonites ain’t.

And there you have it. Fascinating stuff, no?

#animal crossing #ac: new horizons #fish #fossils #ammonite #science in video games #animal crossing fish explained

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Mellifluous (Chapter 4)

Fandom: BTS Pairing: BTS x Reader / Poly!OT7 x Reader Warnings: n/a in this chapter Summary: The maknae line think they're sneaky (but Hobi and Yoongi totally know), you get to experience a day outside the dorms, Namjoon is unhappy, and well, the day might just end up a disaster...

Notes: This chapter ends in a cliffhanger ;)

PS: <3 <3 to y’all liking and reblogging! it warms my heart

Archive Of Our Own || Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

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“You have to be quiet and stay in the bag, Na Bi.” Sleepy grinned as he carefully zipped up the backpack he’d set you in moments before, surrounding you in darkness. Thankfully, he left the zipper open to allow you air and a little bit of light.

At least Sleepy had learned his lesson from last time; attempting to hide you in his hoodie hadn’t been his brightest idea. You weren’t really banking on this attempt to work either, but you did appreciate the effort; you were going a bit stir crazy being stuck in their dorm for the last three weeks.

Not that they made it miserable; quite the opposite in fact. You couldn’t understand a damn word they said, but you could tell they enjoyed each other’s company, more so than most. In your time with them, you’d observed just how affectionate they were with each other. It hadn’t surprised you, considering the fact that they were packmates (and bandmates, you shortly learned). With what you knew about werewolves, they were considered pretty affectionate and territorial over their mates and packmates.

As it was, you were pretty sure the seven werewolves were mated to each other. It wasn’t hard to see the signs: lingering touches, soft groans in the middle of the night, love marks (which healed quite quickly) playing peek-a-boo with shirt collars. While it personally never bothered you, it didn’t feel right to linger during these intimate moments happened, and you’d always quietly slip from the room. You were grateful that you weren’t ever in human form; you knew you’d be red from your head to your toes.

Not that you were a prude, but...you weren’t part of the pack. Sometimes you found yourself thinking about it, especially when they were gone and you were alone in the dorms. You’d never been part of a pack. Shifters weren’t known for forming packs, at least not as big as the packs that werewolves could form. Perhaps that was contributed to the fact that shifters were hunted down more than most supernaturals, aside from vampires. After all, the small community you’d be apart of had been where you’d been snatched from all those months ago.

You didn’t even know if there was a home to go back to. You had been one of the few that had been captured, and the last fleeting glance you’d caught of your family had been them fleeing into the night. You didn’t know if they were still alive nor did they know if you were still alive. The thought always made your heart squeeze painfully in your chest.

Perhaps you should be relieved you weren’t part of the pack, that they weren’t aware you were more than you seemed. You weren’t quite sure it would be the best to reveal yourself to them anyways; you were technically deceiving them.

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Hoseok was immediately suspicious of the maknae when he’d immediately claimed the backseat in the van, a black backpack clutched to his chest. Before the other younglings could join him, the werewolf slid into the seat by Jungkook.

Out of the corner of his eye, he observed Jungkook immediately gulping, stiffening when Hoseok moved closer, fingers reaching to brush over the back of the maknae’s neck. It was a deliberate tactic to distract the youngest, and to avoid drawing the attention of Namjoon and Yoongi.

“Jungkook-ah,” Hoseok murmured, nose brushing over the youngest’s cheek, purposely keeping his voice as soft and low as he could to avoid attracting attention. “What’s in the backpack?”

“Um...snacks?” Jungkook’s answer came out in a squeak, desperately (and silently) trying to get Jimin and Taehyung’s attention in the seat in front of him.

“Are you not sure what you put in the bag?” Hoseok was amused now, reaching out for the backpack. “Or are you hiding something from me?”

Jungkook’s hand clutched his wrist to stop his fingers inches from the zipper of the backpack. “Hyung,” It was a soft whine, attracting the immediate attention of Jimin and Taehyung.

Hoseok tilted his head slightly before he reached forward and grasped one of the zippers, tugging it open. He wasn’t the least bit surprised at the sight of you peering up at him.

He couldn’t help but smile at you before bringing his attention back to Jungkook, “You shouldn’t have brought her, Kookie.” Hoseok tilted his head towards the direction of Yoongi and Namjoon.

Jungkook frowned, “She can’t stay inside all the time, Hobi-Hyung,” He muttered, nervously glancing towards his elders, “She needs fresh air.”

“I don’t think a fan sign translates to fresh air. What happens if she gets loose?”

“She won’t! She’s used to us by now, she won’t leave us.”

“I brought her snacks!” Taehyung whispers suddenly, grinning as he bumps shoulders with Yoongi beside him.

Hoseok sighed. It was going to be a long day.

“Brought the fox, didn’t you?” Yoongi.

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You were bored out of your damn mind.

You had been fine for awhile, more than content to stay in the darkness of the bag. You swore that you even fell asleep at some point before you’d been jostled awake. When you blinked your sleep blurred eyes upwards, you’d locked eyes with Grumpy. He didn’t say anything, only released a sigh before promptly disappearing. Otherwise, you only saw Sleepy, Blue, and Blond peering in on you from time to time. You squeaked as softly as you could in greeting whenever they did so, earning a grin from the three each time.

It was louder than you were used to. You could hear so many different voices, some loud, some soft. The boys talked often, whether it was through a microphone or simply from their seat. At some point, you had curiously wiggled your head through the opening to peer out. You were on the floor, settled between two chairs, Sleepy on one side, Blond on the other. Turning from them, you blinked at the sight you could see past the table.

That was a lot of people. There were so many of them! Eyes wide, you ducked quickly back into the bag. You had discovered the boys were famous only days after they’d found you, but you hadn’t quite realized they were this famous. It was risky, for werewolves to be in such a spotlight, but yet, you saw the benefits: being loved by millions around the world and almost always being under careful watch, it deterred hunters. No hunter wanted to expose themselves, or rather, their organization to the world.

Slowly peeking back out, you could see people shuffling sideways into different chairs in front of the table. While most of the conversations you heard were in Korean, you caught the oddball English speaker.

“I-it’s so great to meet you, Jungkook, oh my god,” Ahh, there was an English speaker. Your ears twitched as you listened, deciding she was speaking to Sleepy, if the fidgeting body in the opposite chair was anything to go by.

Jungkook? Was that his name? You tuned the now blabbing fan out as you looked up at Sleepy. You couldn’t help the widening of your eyes when he answered her in English. It took your brain a moment, so used to hearing him speak in Korean. Until now.

The traitor! He could speak English!? Could all of them?

You chittered softly in “Jungkook’s” direction, ears flattening when he turned slightly to peer down at you, eyebrows furrowed. You were glad his hearing was expectational.

When he realized you were sticking out of the bag, he quickly attempted to push you back inside. “Bad Na Bi, you can’t be showing yourself,” He muttered, leaning towards you as casually as he could.

You had half a mind to nip at him for attempting to shove you back in the backpack and confining you to it. It was like you were still back in the dorms. You appreciated his efforts, but it still miffed you.

You hadn’t realized you’d actually nipped Jungkook until he suddenly jerked his hand away with a gasp.

Horrified, you shrunk back into the backpack. Oh god.

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Jungkook couldn’t help but stare as you retreated back into the bag after your sharp teeth had nipped his fingers. You hadn’t broken skin, but it had hurt. More emotionally than physically. He hadn’t meant to upset you.

“Jungkook-ah?” Jimin whispers tentatively from his right, hand slipping over the maknae’s shoulder in comfort.

“She...bit me.” Jungkook muttered, ignoring the gazes of his other hyungs on him, including (and most importantly) Namjoon.

“She’s probably stressed,” Jimin soothes, glancing down at the unmoving backpack between him and Jungkook, “I’m sure she didn’t mean it.”

Jungkook absently nodded, glancing up at Jimin, only to catch sight of Namjoon further down, looking right at him. Jungkook noted the subtle tick of Namjoon’s jaw and the brief flash of yellow; at this, Jungkook immediately broke eye contact. He knew what that look meant; he was in trouble for not listening when Namjoon had specifically told them that if you were going to stay, you had to stay in the dorms.

In front of him, Jimin followed Jungkook’s line of sight, stiffening at the brief look on Namjoon’s face. As quickly as he’d seen it, Namjoon was turning away, focused on a fan who sat in front of them.

“I’m dead.”

Jimin scoffed with a laugh, leaning forward to bump his forehead against Jungkook’s, ignoring the rush of sound from the crowd watching, “Joonie has a soft spot for you. He loves you, Kookie,” He murmurs before he slowly and regrettably pulled away. Jimin longed to continue to comfort Jungkook, but they were under the public’s eye for awhile longer.

The maknae sighs at the loss of contact between him and his hyung before he sighs, pushing what transpired and what probably will transpire later out of his mind.

Afterall, he had ARMY to distract him for now.

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You were too afraid to peek out of the backpack for what felt like hours, even after you were gently jostled around again before being sat down. You were pretty sure you were still at the same place they had been, but definitely in a room of some type. You could hear them talking, hushed whispers just outside, but you didn’t have to heart to focus on whatever they were arguing about. It was probably about you, you had decided, and how soon they could kick you out the door for laying your hands, no your teeth, on their packmate.

You hadn’t meant to, but you’d done it. Maybe you should leave as soon as you got a chance before they made the decision for you. You didn’t want to, but you knew you didn’t belong with them.

Light spilled into the interior of the backpack, pulling you away from your thoughts as you glanced up to see Jungkook hovering over you. He looked...uncertain. You had the sudden desire to apologize to him. You couldn’t use words and you weren’t all too certain how werewolves expressed apology.

You’d have to find some other way. For now, you squeaked at him in greeting, standing from where you’d been laying and sulking to yourself. You relaxed immediately when he smiled and reached down to rub behind your ears. Did this mean he forgave you? You couldn't help the purr that rumbled from your tiny body at the action, several laughs making your ears twitch.

“Come on, we need to finish up.” The Alpha’s words immediately bring Jungkook’s attention to an end, the werewolf shuffling away from you. Blue, on the other hand, quickly takes his place.

“Hungry?” The familiar boxy grin lights up his face as he digs in one of the outside pockets of the backpack. You watch him carefully, ear twitching as you idly listen to the chatter from the boys and two unfamiliar voices.

Blue offers out something towards you, but you’re distracted by a familiar smell that makes your blood run cold.

Sharp. Ashy. Metallic. The smell of death.

Hunters.

#bts #bangtan sonyeondan #bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts x reader #*mine #my writing #ot7 x reader #poly!bts x reader #bts fanfiction #Supernatural!Idol!BTS x reader #Werewolf!Idol!BTS x reader #mellifluous fic

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hecohansen31 · 6 years ago

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Little Love Notes

Outpost! Michael + Reader

A/N: Hello, there lovelies!

Just wanted to thank y’all for being awesome and the nicest to me lately, I know that sadly I am a bit “emotionally constipated”, but I really appreciate y’all, you are the most precious thing ever and I appreciate your love and feedback, so as always... LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Mostly because I am extremely inexperinced in the “smut aerea” so, please let me know what you think about it: if you think it sucks or it doesn’t, or anything else... please, it will help me be better for the newest ideas and drabbles I have in mind!

And after this, I hope that you will enjoy it, so I will leave you to reading!

SUMMARY: You have grown accostumed to leaving little cute notes on your boss’ desk, and this got you fired, as soon as Mr Langdon discovered the identity of his secret admirer... but appreantly it does’t end here...

WORDS: 4,5 K

WARNINGS: Rough (Unprotected: guys... please don’t do it withouth a condom, it does not only protect from unwanted pregnancies, but also it is against STDs) Sex (with things such as spanking and a lot of rough handling), Oral Sec (Female Receiving), Semi-Public Sex (Reader is on the phone at a certain point). “Sir” Kink, but generally BDSM relationship going on!

She was Mr Langdon’s favorite at the office, since you were neat, clean and completely scared of him.

Enough, not only to be extremely polite with him, but also she was extremely formal in every approach to the point that her friend, Gallant, joked that she would one day bow down to him, as a way to salute him, since once she had accidentally saluted him, in the old military way.

But she had done one thing which would have been considered highly unprofessional if Langdon ever found out: she had sent him little love notes.

They hadn’t meant to be love notes, she had just thought he needed something that would comfort him, after the loss of his foster mother, Mrs Mead, which had taken a terrible toll on him since not only he had been not as evil as he usually was to everyone but he had taken a work leave.

As one of the few people he trusted she had felt the need to cheer him up a little, and since she couldn’t do nothing face-to-face with him (he had almost fired Coco when she had given him her condolences) she had left a few sweet and encouraging notes, not the type you found in self-help books, but the one that might have been useful, because she felt them deeply.

She had been sure he would have either dismissed it as a silly joke or thrown it in the bin, but instead he had left a similar note on his desk (which she had found when she had gone to drop another one) with a “thank you” and a “😊” near it, which had actually shocked her, but she had been happy that he somehow had appreciated her note and that it had helped him.

She had started leaving more notes, always being careful, making sure nobody recognized her, meanwhile she dropped the notes off, usually doing it during the lunch break, and strangely she had always gotten responses from Mr Langdon, who had been growing more cheeky the more they shared notes.

This prompted her to feel more and more confident in herself and it was just a question of time before she made a mistake.

Which she did after two months of successfully avoiding getting caught, with a rookie mistake.

All the notes had been handwritten since Langdon didn’t know her handwriting (she wrote everything with her computer), but the she had had to write down Gallant’s “happy birthday” note, passing it even to her boss (Langdon had actually sweetened after her notes) and she hadn’t realized that it showcased perfectly her elegant handwriting.

She had just gone home and thought about the new note to write him.

The following day, she had realized the mistake, but only when he had shown her the “birthday note” and “her notes”, after he had called her in his office.

She had almost fainted, not helped by the fact that Langdon stared at her as if he had wanted to burn holes through her body.

-I can explain…- she had just mumbled, blabbing a bit and looking at him as if asking for pity, which he wouldn’t give, because his eyes were again on the notes, the handwriting in common, they were so disinterested that she should have predicted what had come next.

-You don’t need to, Mrs (L/N)- and she almost breathed out a long, relieved breath -… you are fired-.

She had wanted to protest but it was as if her windpipe had been clogged and she couldn’t emit any kind of noise and she still couldn’t talk, although tears streamed down her face and Gallant immediately asked what was wrong, if he could do anything for her, but she just shook her head and she had basically run away from the building.

At home it hadn’t felt better.

She had started thinking about how not only she was unemployed but she had been fired, which would make it extremely hard for her to get another job after what had happened.

Even more if Langdon decided to make her life a living hell and share the news that she didn’t understand the professional boundaries.

What she didn’t know was that a month after she would be in a new and cooler job.

And the funniest thing, which she didn’t understand at all, was the fact that her newest boss didn’t know about her being fired, since Langdon had actually been the one who suggested and wrote a recommendation note about her to her new boss.

When she had been asked why she chose to change the job she hadn’t known what to do, except blatantly lie her way through the rest of the interview.

And she tried to forget about the entire note thing, till Gallant proposed a dinner with her ex-colleagues, and to kill two bird with one stone she also proposed to go to her ex-office and collect the few things she had left behind.

She knew that Gallant would have gladly done it for her, but she wanted to have some kind of closure.

And maybe met with Langdon.

He scared her less now that she didn’t answer to him and she was actually curious to know why he had recommended her.

But when she felt him walking in on her arranging her things in a paper box, swiftly and even more swiftly feeling his intoxicating perfume coming from behind her...

She had turned around only after he coughed to make his presence known, doing it slowly and controlling her moves in order for her to turn around again if he glared at her, but he just looked surprised.

He didn’t expect her, there.

-I am just getting my last things, Gallant told me I had your permission…- she started blabbing, but he stopped at her, smiling meekly, which surprised her, since it seemed genuine for the first time in for ever.

-… I know about it, actually… Gallant has told me…- but he wasn’t expecting her to show up right to his face, and she didn’t know if he was still angry for the notes or he was just surprised -… we need to talk-.

They did indeed, but she wasn’t feeling in the mood, all her curiosity had gone to waste for her anxiety.

-I actually have a dinner in thirty minutes, and Gallant is waiting for me…- which was true, but she was sure that she could have made time for Langdon, she always made it possible for him to have a little bit of her time, no matter what she was doing, no matter how she felt, because she cared for him and was scared of him like he was the freaking devil.

But now, that she didn’t have to endure his government of terror and torture, she felt free to deny him any kind of request he had, even more since he acted like a dick about what had happened with the notes.

It might have been highly unprofessional, but she didn’t think it was worth being fired, mostly when he appreciated the notes.

She was thinking this and turning around to her box, when he pulled out his hand, to latch it with hers, squeezing her in a position nearer to him, getting her to almost screech out at the sudden move, but luckily she kept the scream inside at last, just glaring down at the entire manhandling which had been going on.

-Please, let my arm go- she mumbled, asking without any intention to wait for his answer, tugging on it immediately and the grip didn’t loosen.

-It’ll take just five minutes of your time and I will give you some answer I know you are looking for- he proposed to her, meanwhile loosening his grip, but it was still too firm for her to get away from it, so she just huffed out a breath and nodded.

-And you are going to leave my wrist in peace- she also added, making him smirk, before immediately leaving her wrist, nodding at her command.

But he kept himself close to her, almost making her breath the same air that came out of his luscious lips (she hadn’t thought about those lips, when he had talked to her… nooo…).

-I just wanted to start with saying I am sorry for firing you, it was one of the worst working choice I have ever made-.

And her eyes widened enough that he seemed to understand her disbelief and added an “I am serious”.

-… oh… ehm… my notes were extremely unprofessional- she honestly didn’t think it, but she felt like if she told him the truth, this miracle would disappear.

Because not only he hadn’t apologized to anybody, in the time she had worked for him, but he also didn’t feel regret for treating his employees badly, so either he had gone straight up crazy or he had genuinely developed regret, in her absence.

-I found them extremely cute…- his voice again told the truth, and again she was left surprised by what he had said in the span of two minutes -… and I overreacted, thinking it might have been some kind of twisted way to make fun of me… “oh look at the boss being all cute and everything…”, but I knew you better than that and I should have thought you were jus trying to be a nice person-.

Which she wasn’t, but the fact that he had actually said it, made her gain an immediate shot of confidence.

-… I haven’t had many genuine people around, if I can say the truth, so maybe I might have not thought about the fact that you just wanted to comfort me, for which I am very thankful-.

She swore she was either hallucinating or five minutes from fainting.

-It isn’t so bad…- she managed to spit out -… all is forgiven, Mr Langdon-.

-It’s Michael, since we are not colleague anymore- and then he was again too closer, but this time he didn’t retreat and he growled the following words right into her mouth -… and let me tell you I am very happy we aren’t, so I can do this-.

And he kissed her.

He kissed her, holding her tight under him, an hand behind her back and one behind her neck, holding her close and gently dipping her down, meanwhile his lips traced hers gently, asking for permission with his tongue to enter her in a much more chaste way than the one that her core suddenly craved, since it had opened for him from the moment he had firstly grabbed her.

And this is what got her to open her eyes and throw him away, off of herself, trying to realize when she had actually closed.

Immediately her back hit her old desk and she mumbled a pained moan, meanwhile he was thrown just a few centimeters away, but he looked much more shocked by her rejection than actually the fact that she had managed to move him away, touching the place where she had pushed and just looking at her as if it was the first time it had happened.

Which was not that hard to believe.

Since he was so dreamy and damnably attractive with his elegant posture and his perfect fashion sense.

And she was pretty sure that she wouldn’t have resisted him either, if he had a gently explained his crush for her and not been an emotionally constipated asshole.

-… so after three years of me working for you, you fired me to have a chance to kiss me? – she didn’t want to sound that smug, but she just got her boss to admit not only he was sorry, but that he somehow liked a lowly nobody like her, because it wasn’t just a trying kiss… from the way he seemed greatly affected by it, it might have been a “kiss which had finally happened”.

-Not just for a kiss- he matched her teasing tone, although his azure eyes didn’t dare to meet her -… and I somehow got you back on your feet didn’t I? -.

Which he did, since this meant that he had actually made her new boss hire her, alongside hiding the fact that he had fired her.

-… maybe...- she left her thoughts pending on whether to drag this out with teasing or jump into his arms, before turning around to get the box in her hands, wanting to leave him hanging there dry and unhappy, exactly how she had felt at his rude words -… and now if you excuse me, I have a dinner to attend-

And she made exactly two steps before he corned her between the desk and his body, pushing himself into her, and she was extremely thankful that she had actually worn a skirt, so he just had to push it up and pull down her stockings and panties all together, leaving her naked for the air and his hands.

Her box fell down and she was pretty sure that her treasured shell-box had been destroyed but she honestly didn’t care, when Langdon’s… Michael’s body was pressed right into her, making her feel every inch of the manhood her previous colleagues gossiped about… and it was so much more than they would expect .

-Don’t even think about it- he mumbled into her ear, meanwhile his hands spread her thighs apart, caressing them gently, before slapping one harshly at her useless try to resist his order -… I finally got you where I wanted you so… let me at least explain-.

-First, you try to bribe me with work offers and now you try with your dick, oh I am so glad I got fired! – she mumbled, and he slammed her decidedly unkindly on her desk, grabbing an hold of her hair, clearly telling her to shut up.

-I liked you more when you were a scared little mouse, following all my orders- he mumbled, meanwhile his fingers caressed her outer lips, the one down there, meanwhile her others were smeared with blood, since she had cut them with her teeth during his push -Can’t you go back to that, Mrs (L/N)? –.

He was a kinky bastard as he was rumored to be, she shouldn’t have been surprised, really…

But she just nodded at his request, not daring to turn around, meanwhile he caressed her, pushing himself more internally, still teasing her, but also making sure she knew where this would be going, meanwhile his lips laid kisses on her exposed neck and his free hand, fooled around with her shirt, groping her over it.

-… I need words, Mrs (L/N)- and right now when she felt the words coming at her, he remembered her something else -… and call me, sir, lovely-.

And he slapped her core, getting an even higher pitched scream and she was thankful that she had actually saw the cleaning lady get out when she walked in, she had in fact left her keys for her to close everything, because the noises were so loud and definitely explicit.

-… yes, sir- she mumbled, trying not to think of the pain she felt in her head and the pleasure she instead felt in her nether regions.

-Yes, sir… what? Speak up, Mrs (L/N)…- she felt the smirk forming on her neck before the new slap at her cunt -…you were always so good with words-.

-I will follow your orders, Sir- she repeated slowly, feeling deep waves of pleasure crash into her as Michael slipped a finger in her core after her confession, laying a mark on her, as if to say he say he owned her, inside and out.

-Better- he mumbled, meanwhile his finger slipped out of her and went back inside, but his head retreated from her shoulder, its warmth leaving her, and she tried to turn around, but he kept her hips linked to the table with a tight grip -… don’t turn around, sweetie, I am just going to give you a surprise reward-.

And she didn’t understand what he meant till she felt something even more wet than her folds and rough on her hole, caressing it, without dipping inside, till she let out her first moan, again loudly, finally getting him to intensify the entire thing with probing inside her with his tongue, meanwhile his fingers caressed the sensitive bundle of nerves.

She gripped extremely tightly the edges of the desk, pushing down a few papers, meanwhile she felt herself go through what could only be described as a mystical experience.

She felt the tell-tale first in her stomach tighten and relax and tighten again and…

-Michael! – she protested as he slipped out of her, pushing himself away just to come closer and slap her ass, enough that it freed her of any even feelings of her impeding climax, making her cry out at her own mistake, this time a “sir” escaping her lips.

-Much better, sweetheart, but I would much rather know if you feel as heavenly, as you taste- and he ripped himself off of her, just enough time for him to lower his pants and get his manhood out, making her taste it, just pressing it against her opening, gently caressing her with it, meanwhile he pulled her hair to get her to crane her neck back at him to give her a messy kiss on the lips, making her taste herself.

And he entered her.

She let out a huge huff, feeling him smirk against her, and before she could reprimand him for the low blow he started moving.

Fast enough that she totally missed her grip on the desk, being just pushed against it, without no control on the movement, just being thrown against as a doll, and the fact that she enjoyed it was a bit strange, but she honestly didn’t care, not when Michael hit her perfectly with each movement of hips, meanwhile he smeared saliva on her neck, trying to bite her and when he did, she let out a moan which barely covered the drill of her phone, adverting her that somebody was calling her.

They both stilled, almost as if they had been caught, letting the drill replace the luxurious sound of flesh slapping on flesh.

Her phone was on her bag, next to her, and all she had to was bend down and get it.

It would have been an easy thing…

… without a cock in your cunt…

She looked back at Michael, who seemed almost as taken aback as her, but swiftly smirked at her, devilishly, meanwhile he exited her and made a gesture which meant she better get the call.

She just rolled her eyes, annoyed by what the hell he was plotting and also for the fact that she was feeling extremely empty.

It was Gallant and as she got a good look at her screen through teary eyes, she understood why: she had said it would take her five minutes to collect her things and she had been with Michael for twenty minutes straight, but worst of all as she made to answer Gallant, Michael’s re-entered her, making her moan straight in the phone.

She honestly was traumatized of what Gallant might think.

-Don’t give us out, sweetheart- mumbled Michael in her ear, before gently kissing it, and keeping up a fast-paced pace, thrusting her against the desk and if the moaning hadn’t given her out, the thrust of her skin against metal would absolutely reveal she was fucking her ex-boss.

-… (Y/N)? – asked Gallant, he seemed confused but he gave her the chance to explain it with her words -… what’s taking you so long? -.

“Michael being an asshole and not letting me cum” but she refused to say it to her best friend and ex-colleague, who still worked with Michael, not wanting to put that image in his head, alongside spread rumor about being fired just so that her boss could fuck her.

-Oh… I just caught Mr Langdon and we ended up talking…- she knew that in between saying this entire phrase her voice had broken down and raised up at least five times, enough that one might ask if she had developed a cough -… I am sorry, I will be down in five minutes-.

Because again she felt a tightness in her stomach and this time she hoped Michael wouldn’t pull any kind of stunt.

-Oh, perfect- Gallant’s voice wasn’t as giggly as it was before the mention of Langdon, maybe he was worried that he had again made her cry, but she was just thankful she could end that embarrassing conversation and stop biting her lip to keep any sinful sounds in -…but what were those noises? -.

She rolled her eyes more out of annoyance than pleasure, although what was going in her nether regions was indeed very pleasurable, since Michael had started caressing her pleasure pearl, which was perfect erect in his grasp.

-… I just knocked something accidentally to get the phone, you know… silly me- she mumbled, meanwhile Michael slapped her ass, making her yelp and she turned around to glare at him, meanwhile she held the phone so tight in her hand that she was sure by the end of this she would need a new one.

She whispered to him, about either quitting or just getting over with it.

Big mistake…

He bend her even more over on the table and she was now crunched painfully completely with the desk hitting her stomach, but the pain didn’t matter when she felt him hit a spot which had never been hit either by her finger and any other man, none that there had been some as experienced as him, who seemed to know her body more than her.

-Don’t tell me what to do- this time there was no pet name and she accidentally let the phone tumble down, unable to oeld it.

But at least this got her to only focus on her pleasure, building slowly and this time she knew what she had to do before anything else happened.

-Please, sir, let me cum- she whispered it and she thought he hadn’t heard her till he just laughed sarcastically at her plead.

-Maybe if I can hear you, I will let you cum-.

-PL…Ease… Sir… Let ME… CUM! – she tried again, gaining all the breathing she owned and feeling her lungs burn because of the strain, but by the way the caresses on her clit turned into harsh and quick slaps she knew that she had done well, enough to hear an animalistic growl:

-Then do it-.

And sweetly she felt her legs give out under the utter pressure of pleasure, moving liquidly from her stomach to her core and there, it became butterflies of true pleasure between her legs and she …

… she blacked out for a minute, still shocked by the intensity of what was going through her.

She just felt two arms steadying her from behind to avoid her falling without elegance on the desk, meanwhile he exited her, getting a moan of annoyance from her, but he made it all up by actually caressing her thighs gently, without no intention to arouse her (not that he would need it), but to relax her sore muscles, meanwhile his other hand searched for something on her desk.

She didn’t understand what it was till she felt him try to clean her down there with a tissue, collecting their mixed releases, the proof that she hadn’t be the only one to enjoy it and she was secretly thankful for being on the pill, and hoped that Michael was as clean-polished inside as he was outside…

He had gone back to his boss persona, although a blush coated his cheeks (she didn’t understand if it was from the physical activity or anything else), when she turned around to lean her sore back against the deck, searching for some relief, meanwhile he distanced himself a bit to let her oversensitive skin breath, but keeping up what he was doing with the hand cleaning her, till he was satisfied and gently slipped her panties back on, meanwhile helping her tuck the shirt in her skirt.

He had a gentleness to him that she hadn’t expect, but she appreciated it still.

And was particularly starstruck when he kissed her gently on the lips, caressing her almost lovingly and reverently and when they broke apart he looked at her as if it hurt to distance himself from her:

-Don’t you have a dinner to wander off with? – he mumbled at her, looking down at his polished shoes, but she gripped his face, making him look up at her; was he seriously being all shy after he had taken her like a whore.?

-After that stunt I don’t think I can stay still on my legs- and she caressed his cheek much more to adapt herself to the fact that it was all real, that it had all happened.

-I am pretty sure that all you have to do at a dinner is stay sit- he mumbled, using again his teasing tone, but with no fire to it, just kindness and willingness to make her laugh, meanwhile he caressed her aching back, all because of him.

-… I don’t think I can do also that- she replied, already feeling the burn of his previous slaps and the way he had roughly abused her poor back, now that all the pleasure had subsided -… I am probably going back home and get a good bath-.

He nodded and turned around, to let her do that, but she just gripped his jacket and kept him there.

-… and after all I have just gone through, I think I deserve at least a bath- which was a clear invite to follow her back home -… you can draw one for us, meanwhile I write a note-.

This almost got him to giggle and she thought it was the nicest thing she had ever seen and she wanted to see more.

-Ehm… that is very… very tempting- he mumbled almost thinking about it, before picking her up full bridal style, getting a screech both for the sudden move and for the aching muscles in her body -… that note better be good-.

-Oh let me tell you how it starts… - and she smirked looking up at him -… “dearest Mr Langdon, you are a dick but yoa have an even bigger…”-.

She couldn’t finish the sentence because he had pushed her up his shoulder in a much less elegant way, before delivering a sound slap to her ass, getting a very loud pained moan from her, before uttering a “these brats never learn”.

Maybe she was glad shehad been fired for those stupid notes.

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Gallant kept on shouting for his best friend on the phone, he had been already confused because his friend sounded stressed and pained on the phone.

Which he understood since she had to talk with her boss, but also that seemed a bit exaggerated but then he heard something, something which made him understand pretty clear that his best friend wasn’t in immediate danger.

“PL…Ease… Sir… Let ME… CUM!”.

Apparently, at least, somebody would get lucky tonight.

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I hope you enjoyed it, lovelies!

This piece was so out of my comfort-zone, so please if you leave any kid of feedback I would be extremely grateful, because it would mean that you appreciate my creations and thye don’t go to waste!

Also tagging @so-langdon since she told me she was interested into reading this! (if you want to be tagged too, let me know through a message or an ask).

Love you, lovelies!

-Heco Hansen.

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Hi Katie. There’s something I’ve found really interesting. Please don’t take this as a personal attack. Anytime Meghan’s friends defend/say something nice about her through the press, must of the people I see (you included) complain how they need to be silent, “never complain, never explain”... But y’all are cool with Harry’s friends talking to the press. How does it work?

First, I’d like to say that I really appreciate the respectful manner in which you asked this question. I’ve gotten many asks wondering the same thing without an ounce of respect or consideration to me as a human being, and my answers to them have reflected that. But since you asked nicely, I’ll respond nicely. Truly - thank you for being kind.

I assume you’re talking about my opinions about Serena Williams, Meghan’s five anonymous friends, and Nacho Figueras talking to the press, and how they differ. You’re right, I am much more comfortable with Nacho speaking to the press, but it really has nothing to do with him being Harry’s friend instead of Meghan’s.

Please take a look at this ask that I’ve answered in the past concerning this exact subject (x), though please excuse the attitude!

Basically, Serena has consistently given off a vibe of capitalizing on her personal relationship with a member of the Royal Family to supplement her already massive fortune, and that doesn’t sit well with me. She can be friends with Meghan, she and Meghan can support each other both publicly and privately - fine. My issue is when she does something like drop a fashion line a handful of days after the Royal Wedding of the Year at which she was a major guest... that kind of thing. Check out my Serena Williams tag. You’ll see my opinions about the blazer incident and her fashion line in the asks.

Meghan’s five anonymous friends meant well, and I’m super happy that she has people willing to go to battle for her like that. I can’t say I wouldn’t do the same if it was my friend. I’m pretty confident I would, actually. However, despite their undoubtedly pure intentions, the media fallout fell on Meghan’s image. To the cynical consumers of the media, it looked like Meghan was recruiting people to fix her image (that the media invented), and that makes her look like she’s out of control of her own narrative. That just feeds the media’s image of her as difficult, demanding, hard to please, and arrogant. We all know that none of that is true - she’s warm, wonderful, kind, and passionate - but the media isn’t interested in the truth. They’re interested in spinning whatever tales they can to make money, and the Diva Duchess thing sells. I bet Meghan’s friends thought they would change the media climate surrounding their friend by speaking on her behalf anonymously, but it backfired and made things worse. Basically, I admire their efforts but it didn’t fare well for Meghan, and that should be their first priority.

And Nacho is, well, Nacho. We’ve heard him say maybe five things in over a decade. He never speaks on his royal friend unless asked directly. His answers are short, sweet, and to the point, and he rarely goes off on a tangent blabbing about them. He’s never egregiously capitalized off his personal relationship with the Duke of Sussex. Maybe he gets to play in more polo matches, yeah, but he didn’t drop a line of polo socks with a crown as a logo, if you know what I mean. I should have a tag for him too in my asks - take a look, those answers will give you an idea of what I mean.

Anyway, I hope this clears it up. It’s not a matter of male friends vs. female friends or even Harry’s friends vs. Meghan’s friends. It’s a matter of how they handle the fame that comes with their close association with a member of the British Royal Family, and the media attention associated with it.

#ask #anonymous #queue #catching up whoops #prince harry #duke of sussex #meghan markle #duchess of sussex #nacho figueras #serena williams #Anonymous

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artificialqueens · 6 years ago

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You won a seven nights stay in Paris (Brooke x Vanessa) - Evelyn Bubbles

Howdy y’all it’s me your girl Evelyn, resurfacing of course when another season starts. As always I gotta come up with some ship, so here’s my BrookexVanessa, I have no idea how to call it though. Branjielina? Probably. This is based in canon, I’m gonna use female pronouns and drag names so there’s no confusion. Enjoy! You remember Vanjie being over excited about Brooke Lynn winning the Paris vacation? Well, they went together. And things got complicated.

The problem with winning something it’s always hoping to collect the prize alone, in peace. Especially if that particular prize is really huge. After her best friend had told her he couldn’t come since it was his wedding anniversary, Brooke Lynn Hytes, 32, carefully texted the season eleven groupchat. She wanted to have fun, but also see the monuments, museums, landmarks. Come on, it was Paris after all. Paris. One of her favorite cities. She had been there in the past with her ballet company, but she hadn’t had the time to really see that beautiful place. She was hoping for someone interesting, curious, cheerful, to answer her desperate “Hey, anyone wanna go to Paris?”. Of course Silky was the first one to answer: “Mama’s too booked, sis”. Then a couple of others. A’keria was getting ready for what probably was one of her last pageants. Nina was about to host a new charity event. Plastique probably couldn’t even read. Brooke Lynn was about to turn off the phone and go to Paris all alone, when Vanessa texted her privately.

-Saw the episode? Remember that I was the one who wanted to come with u! -I remember love xx -Then it’s settled. Fully cancelling all my gigs. When is it -After my bday -Like I know when that is, girl -March 10th lol -Cool love that. We’ll get those French cookies sis -I’ll send you the details right now then :) -Can’t wait!!

And then, a profusion of kisses emojis and many many red hearts. Brooke couldn’t believe she had just accepted to go on a 8 days trip in Paris with notoriously batshit crazy Vanessa Vanjie Mateo. She was fun to have around, for sure, and she was also one of her closest friends after the competition, but they’d never travelled together. Although skeptical at first, Brooke smiled. It could’ve been fun.

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This is gonna be a big mess, Brooke thought as soon as Vanessa started running towards her at the JFK airport, New York City. She practically jumped at her neck, showering her with affection. “So nice to see you again girl! I’ve missed your face! You look amazing, these first weeks of fame have done a body good”, she said, tapping on her arm. “Thank you Vanjie. You look fantastic as well”, commented Brooke smiling wide. She loved Vanessa dearly, but she was dragging along what seemed like an entire wardrobe packed into one giant, plus a handbag and a sparkly backpack. Brooke felt all the eyes on them as Vanessa started chatting loudly, catching the attention of a group of girls who eyed them and pointed at them giggling. They’re fans of the show, maybe, Brooke guessed, or maybe they’re just laughing at a loud obnoxious gay couple at the airport ready for their honeymoon. Except for the fact that Vanessa and her weren’t a couple, nor on their honeymoon: they were sharing a price won at a transvestism competition. The usual.

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On the plane, everything went… not as planned. Vanessa didn’t say a word for the whole flight, pleasantly surprising Brooke who was expecting eight hours of non-stop blabbing. Instead, Vanessa fell asleep right away, AirPods in, head propped on a tiny pillow and her soft lips semi-open. Brooke couldn’t help but smile, adjusting herself on the seat and turning on her classical music playlist that she used to listen before bed. The last thing she remembered was the Carmen overture playing, and Vanessa’s sleepy face turning gently towards her. She woke up when the plane landed pretty roughly, shaking both of them in their seats. Vanessa was candidly sleeping with her head resting on Brooke’s shoulder, nuzzled into her neck. “What the fuck was that…!”, Vanessa said, suddenly nervous, that surely want the best wake up call, “A turbulence?”. “You… own… everything…!”, Brooke joked, and Vanessa punched her on the shoulder, “You’re so stupid girl! No but seriously, have we landed like… that was quick!”. “Only because you slept all the way through”. “I needed some rest okay? Making coins every night is hard as shit you know that!”. “I do Vanjielina, I do. Let’s grab our stuff and get the fuck outta here, my legs hurt”.

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“What do y’all mean with ‘My suitcase is still in America?!”. “Yeah, so sorry Mr. Cancel… apparently your suitcase wasn’t embarked… they’ll be delivered to your hotel as soon as possible, unfortunately that won’t be possible until… let me check… four days from now, we’re going through a strike, again, and we won’t have incoming flights for a bit”. “What will I do then? I have no clothes, no shoes, no nothing!”, Vanessa groaned in stress. “Listen, I know this situation sucks, but I’ll be more than happy to lend you my clothes. Also, don’t you have your toothbrush and stuff in your handbag and backpack? You’re gonna survive just fine. And don’t you wanna go do some shopping? We could find some really cute stuff for you to wear these days”. Vanessa looked at Brooke with puppy dog eyes. “Thank you sis… I really need some positivity right now or I’ll have a nervous breakdown”. “It’s nothing Vanjielina. Now let’s give them the b&b address and we can get the fuck outta here. We’re in Paris and I haven’t seen the city yet!”. “You’re right”, said Vanessa smiling as usual, “I’m tired of this shit. Let’s go”.

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The bus from Orly to their b&b in the luxurious XVI arrondisement took forever, but as soon as they arrived they were blown away. The classical Parisian house, just behind the Trocadero, with its characteristical blue roof, round windows and narrow appearance was stunning in the daylight, and its white curtains masked the surely elegant interior from unwanted stares. “On here it says that the owner is a certain Mathieu Pepin…”, Brooke said consulting her receipt on her mail app. “Let’s wake up this motherfucker”. “Wait, Vanjie…”. Too late, Vanessa was already torturing the intercom: “Hello, hi? Someone there? We’re here!”. “Vanessa!”. “What? I wanna go explore!”. “Yeah, but we shouldn’t…”. “Oh my God! I can’t believe it!”. Brooke and Vanessa turnt around, only to face an overenthusiastic blonde guy with curly hair and a light beard all over his chin and jawline. “Miss Vanjie and Brooke Lynn Hytes, in my apartment…! This is a dream come true”. “Oh, hi, I’m Brock, nice to meet you, but you can obviously call me Brooke as you know us from the show”. “Of course I know you two! I’m so happy to have you here, I’d guide you inside personally but I have quite a few things to do. It’s not hard though, the last floor is all yours. Here’s your set of keys. This opens the main door, while this opens the apartment… oh, I’m Mathieu by the way… here’s your WiFi password…”. Brooke giggled, this Mathieu guy seemed kinda all over the place but he owned a flat in one of the most expensive Parisian neighborhoods, he must’ve been someone important. Or at least very rich. “So sorry I have to leave you this soon. Does any of you speak French?”. Vanessa shook her head, while Brooke said: “Kinda… the basics. The very basics. Toronto is not a French speaking area. I studied it in school but…”. “Oh, don’t worry! You’ll survive just fine with just English around here. Have a great staying! Can I be a little indiscreet?”, Mathieu said winking, “I’m so happy the rumors are true! Have fun you lovebirds!”. Then he kissed both of them on the cheeks and rushed away, chatting loudly on the phone in perfect Spanish. “The rumors? Which rumors?”. “I ain’t got no idea girl… let’s get inside this fucker”, Vanessa shrugged, grabbing Brooke’s backpack and bringing it inside. Fortunately, they managed to get inside that tiny elevator, squished and uncomfortable but still, the doors closed. “Looking at it positively, if we still had your suitcase we would’ve had to run this thing twice”, Brooked said jokingly, to cheer Vanessa up. It worked, and she smiled back. They arrived at the apartment, the only one on the last floor. “Oh wow, it’s really fucking big!”, Vanessa exclaimed stealing the keys from Brooke’s hands. “Do you say that very often Vanjie?”. Vanessa gave her the middle finger: “Shut up you whore… and carry your shit inside”. Brooke laughed, following her friend into that beautiful apartment. Light entered the open space softly, waving over the modern furniture, the wooden floor, the white curtains. “This place is stunning! C’mon drag race sponsorship! Okay I gotta explore”, said Vanjie dropping her stuff on the floor and running into the various rooms. “This bathroom is huge!”. “Oh my God look at this kitchen!”. Brooke left her suitcase as well, dropping her bag on one of the huge sofas. “Bitch… you should really come and see this”, Vanessa called her from the last room. It must’ve been the bedroom. Brooke started fantasizing on how beautiful and big their beds must’ve been. Vanessa was blankly staring at one, huge ass bed. A single king sized mattress. “Now I see why that bitch told us he was happy the rumors are true”, said Brooke. They looked at each other in the eyes. “Yeah sis”, Vanessa told her, “They think we’re banging”.

#rpdr fanfiction #vanessa vanjie mateo #brooke lynn hytes #branjie #pining #smut #evelyn bubbles #ywa7nsip #canon compliant #s11 #submission

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powerstrangerdacre · 6 years ago

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Blame

Part 1 - you, me, us

Part 2 - “his&hers” chains

Part 3 - NORMAL

Summary: He longed to see her Y/E/C eyes staring at him in that way only she could. And he feared that this same feeling would swallow him whole and break him from the inside out.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warning: Cursing? (Maybe?)

Wordcount: 2900+

AN: Hey y’all. I’m just... y’know... dropping by to say hi and thanks for reading. Please tell me if I can improve in any way. Or just like, what you thought about this. I’ll post the other two parts over the course of the next days... so tell me if you wanna be tagged ;). Also, huge thanks to @theoneanna and to @mercuryriver for proofreading and stuff. You guys are way too nice. ^^

In the beginning, everything was fine. They were young. They were foolish. They were just kids that didn’t know about the weight of the world which was about to crash onto them. In the beginning, they had their parents to depend on. They had someone to tell them what was wrong and what was right, just so they wouldn’t have to support the weight of their own choices. However heavy that weight was.

Then they were friends. It wasn’t hard to become friends, since they were literally pushed together by their parents. Everyone knows that type of friendship that happens because your mom or dad tells you to be nice to the other person. The type of friendship that isn’t exactly forced, but doesn’t happen because you wanted it to happen. For “normal” people that kind of friendship usually happens when they’re too small and too shy to form their own relationships.

But Y/N and Tony weren’t exactly what people called “normal”.

No, Tony was Howard Stark’s of Stark Industries only, star child. And Y/N… Well let’s just say that her family was influential in not the most legal of ways.

No, Tony and Y/N didn’t meet in kindergarten or in school or on the playground. They were old enough to make their own choices and any other normal kid would have to take responsibility for the choices they made. But they didn’t. No, Y/N and Tony didn’t know anything about responsibility or freedom, and yet they somehow made their “coerced” friendship work. Some of their other friends couldn’t understand why on earth they would just allow for something like that to happen. Some people just couldn’t understand how they could allow their parents to manage their lives to such amount.

But they simply just couldn’t say no.

Tony’s reason for not saying no to his father was simple: he didn’t want to disappoint him more than he already had. Sure, he was the best student and the best athlete and smart and charismatic, and still he felt like so much less in his father’s eyes. Hence the undying fidelity to his each and every order.

Y/N’s reason was much more complicated. Sure, her parents boasted about her academic achievements and strong-headed personality to others, but they weren’t as easy on her as they let others think. They controlled each and every one of her steps in life. School? Her father chose it for her, no matter how much she complained. Friends? Her mother ran background checks on all of them, “disposing” of the ones she deemed unfitting. They chose her clothes and hairstyle and everything in-between. And they mostly made the right choices. That is, the right choices for them.

And then one night at one of Howard’s get-togethers, they made one wrong choice and introduced one very controlled Y/N to one very out-of-control Tony.

She watched as the party-goers drank and danced along to the soft tune playing through the speakers. The room smelled of money and fame and prominence. This was the world her parents had chosen. This was the world she had grown up in. Her mind yelled and screamed at her to get out, to run as far away as possible and never look back on this life of materialism and greed.

She could basically hear the thoughts of each and every person in that room. The eyes of the old men that lingered on the daughters of their so-called friends. The smile on some women’s faces as their fingers trailed loose circles on the men’s shirts. She felt a shiver run up her spine as her father’s hand touched her back, ushering her towards someone she didn’t recognize. This was all she was, a possession to her parents, to be won by one; the one that was most influential.

Tony lingered by the bar, a girl he didn’t know hanging by his every word. The conversation was little and far-between, but every time he spoke even one word of acknowledgement towards her she would giggle and bat her butterfly eyelashes at him. A smirk pulled at his lips as he watched her eyes focus on someone behind him, widening with every second that passed. He had a feeling of just who was the presence behind him, and the voice that followed that presence just proved his feeling to be right.

“Son, I have someone I would like you to meet.” Howard’s hand came down on his shoulder, the woman Tony had been talking to leaving with just one disapproving glance from the well-known inventor.

Tony stood up and followed his father, words of conflict on his lips, and yet his lungs couldn’t form breath to let those words roam free.

First, his eyes fell on a man. His hair was gray and his face was ridden by wrinkles, but Tony knew this man was no older than 40. John Persico, Junior, the one and only boss of the one and only New York City mafia. He shook hands with the man, not batting an eye when his grip was way too strong.

Then, his eyes fell on a woman, much younger than who he assumed to be her husband. Her smile was bright and charming as she shook his hand, but he knew that she was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Adriana Persico, the woman behind every move of the Colombo crime family.

He wondered, how out of so many people at that damn party, his father wanted to introduce him to the ones that could most likely kill him without any remorse.

And then, he saw her. A girl, her smile shy and her eyes fearful. Her trembling hands only proved what he feared to be right. Her eyes shifted and her shoulders slumped as her father pushed her forward.

“This is my daughter, Y/N, I’m sure you’ll become great friends,” he said.

And great friends they did become, though not like her parents had expected.

At first, when Tony first got to know Y/N, at that same party, he thought she was just another girl. A pretty girl, hell, gorgeous even. But she was just that, a pretty face with no personality. Just like all the others.

Of course, he didn’t plan to see her ever again, but his father had other plans, forcing him over and over again to take the girl out. They went to the park, to the movies, out to dance. Seemingly everywhere, just to get them together.

At first, he thought she was just another pawn in their parents’ games, just like him. At first, he thought she didn’t have a mind of her own, since he had never had to talk so much about himself while with a girl. Most of them just liked blabbing away about anything and everything. But not Y/N. She listened to what he had to say, only giving him small affirmation that she was indeed listening. Indicating that he wasn’t just talking to himself.

Then, without his father telling him to, he found himself calling her and meeting her more and more often. And when he did that, he started noticing the real Y/N, in-between fragments of a broken, fearful mind.

And that Y/N, she was simply and utterly beautiful. She could keep up with his banter and his wit. He could talk science with her and not feel as though he was talking to a brick. She challenged his ideas about robotics and astrophysics, coming up with ideas of her own and shutting down some of Tony’s which she deemed “too crazy”. Y/N had a certain spark to her, one that he was certain he would never grow bored of, and so he was sure he would never grow bored of her. And it wasn’t long until Tony noticed that that thing he was feeling whenever he was around her had grown from worry and friendship to something more. Fondness. Care. Appreciation. Love.

He longed to see her Y/E/C eyes staring at him in that way only she could. He longed to hear her voice and her contagious laughter whenever she wasn’t around him. He wished for the touch of her hand, even though she never had granted it to him. And he feared she never would. And he feared what he felt for her would never be reciprocated. And he feared that this same feeling would swallow him whole and break him from the inside out.

And so he didn’t meet her anymore. Not because he didn’t wish to, but because he was too scared, and that in itself terrified him.

But then there she was. Standing tall and proud in her flowy, golden, silk dress, looking like a goddess with her hair flowing freely behind her as she walked from guest to guest at yet another one of his father’s party. And he couldn’t help but watch and admire.

She must’ve felt his eyes on her, because as soon as she turned once more, her eyes fell on him and a smile spread over her lips. He watched as she made her way towards him, swallowing dryly as that feeling returned, clawing at his heart.

“Hey there, jackass,” she said, eyes as bright as bright, or maybe even brighter than he remembered them to be.

“Hey, honey.” His eyes couldn’t move, or rather he didn’t want to move them as he took in all of her.

“So…” she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she took a seat next to him by the bar, “What’s got you so busy the last few weeks?”

“Oh, nothing…” he lied, “You know how it is…” He found himself tongue-tied. He couldn’t believe it. Him. The Anthony Edward Stark. Tongue-tied because of some girl. Only, it wasn’t just some girl. It was Y/N. And that made a whole world of difference.

“That’s so…” Y/N took a sip of her champagne, eyes trailing down. She knew he was avoiding her, though he didn’t really have to do a lot of avoiding, since they didn’t really run in the same circles. But she knew something had changed in him. Something had shifted as his eyes finally snapped away from her and shifted between everything and everyone at the party. “We’re okay though, right?” she asked.

“Hmm?” Tony muttered, not entirely sure what she meant.

“We’re still friends… right?” she asked.

Tony wished nothing more than to yell “No! We can’t be friends! Friends don’t look at each other like we do. Friends don’t understand each other like we do.”. Instead, he settled for a “Yeah… sure.”

“Great!” She smiled that brilliant smile of hers, a smile he really hoped was reserved only for him. “’Cause I’ve got this great theory about Einstein’s theory of relativity and I can’t really discuss it with anyone but you.”

And she started explaining and talking animatedly about whatever nonsense she had come up with. And he stood and listened and gave her more nonsensical ideas. And for once he understood why his father had been so adamant about him meeting her. She was a girl, subjugated by the weight of her family’s words and rules, but it seemed like Howard had seen something in her that no one else had. Maybe it had been that spark that Tony could see now, or maybe not. But he couldn’t help himself as he watched this girl, so much more stunning than the shadow of herself that she used to be, and the words simply slipped out of his mouth.

“You know… I’m usually smooth and stuff but… how about I take you out sometime?”

She smiled and nodded, pink dusting her cheeks as she stared into her glass of golden, sparkling alcohol.

“It’s a date.”

And just like he already knew and predicted, he never grew tired of her. There was always something new and unexpected about her. Like the time when she had tried to cook for them only for it to come out a mess. Or the time she helped him build the robot for MIT’s Robotics contest. He reaped the rewards for their work, but she didn’t mind. She was simply proud to see their work out there and being acknowledged by so many people.

To put it simply, he was happy with her by his side, and she was happiest whenever he was by hers.

But then, reality came crashing down, just like the responsibility that Tony’s parents had tried to shield him from.

His eyes widened as the call from the police came. His heartbeat stammered in his chest and his breathing stuttered. “We’re sorry to inform you but your parents seemed to have been in an accident. Their car collided with a tree and they both died on impact.” the voice had said before he hung up.

The funeral was just a few days later. She was by his side, but he couldn’t help but see her as somewhat of a gift for him. A gift and a blessing his father had bestowed on him. She reminded him of Howard and he simply couldn’t take it. It was enough that he had lost both his parents. He didn’t want something to remind him of that every damn day.

Y/N walked into his apartment, looking out for the pieces of shattered glass that littered the floor. She stepped directly into his living room, where he laid on the couch, empty bottle of whiskey in one hand, the back of his other arm laying over his eyes. She didn’t know what to say, but she knew that nothing that she could say or do would make it any easier or better.

“Tony… you should really stop. They wouldn’t want this for you.” She walked over to him, taking the bottle and placing it down on the floor. Her hand grasped his and he squeezed it tightly, before his hand went limp once again.

“How do you know what they would want for me?” he asked.

Her eyes widened, her hand gripping his tightly. She knew he was trying to push her away, but she wouldn’t go without a fight. “I don’t know… But no parent would want this for their child.” She squeezed her eyes shut as the words left a sour taste in her mouth, almost like they’d burnt her tongue. She knew what she said wasn’t true. There were parents out there who didn’t care what their kids went through, as long as those kids behaved. “I know Howard and Maria loved you,” she said, “I know they cared for you, and I know they would’ve never left you if they could’ve helped it.”

Suddenly, he snatched his hand from hers as he stood. He paced back and forth, hands clawing over his face as he took a deep breath. “You don’t know anything. Howard… he was nothing but a… a leech that only came to me when I would be of some use to him!” he screamed, “I was not his son! I was not family! Hell I wasn’t even human! I was just a pawn in that sick, twisted game of his!” He turned to her, eyes scanning her shrinking stature. “But not anymore! No! I won’t play his game even after he died!”

“What… what do you mean?” she asked.

“I mean that I’m moving, Y/N. I mean that I don’t want anything to do with anything that has his… his damn signature on it.”

She nodded. “Where are you taking us?”

“ ‘Us’?” he took a deep breath, “Y/N… there is no ‘us’. There was never an ‘us’.”

Y/N simply nodded, expression as stoic as stone. Tears slowly welled in her eyes, but he was right. They had never actually put a label on whatever it was that they had. You couldn’t lose something you never had in the first place. Nothing gained, nothing lost.

He watched as she grabbed her bag from the couch, nodding once again as a goodbye before turning to head for the door. He watched as her shoulders slumped and her head dropped, and he willed everything he had just said out of existence. But he knew that the words couldn’t be taken back. This was his decision, after all. So he settled for a simple “Don’t cry for me. I’m just a jackass. You know that.”.

She turned her head, taking a last glance at him. “I know. No need to cry. There was never an ‘us’ anyway… right?” She shook her head. That couldn’t be right. It didn’t feel right. “But if there was never an ‘us’… then what about every. Single. Day we spent together? What about the way you talked about a future that I would be in? Why did you make me believe there was an ‘us’?!” she screamed. He could feel her words resonate within him. This was exactly what he had been afraid of: that feeling he had for her breaking him. That feeling taking over whatever conscience he had underneath all the alcohol he had just consumed. “Why did you make me believe that you loved me?” she whispered brokenly.

He took a deep breath, words caught in his throat. Until, finally, he forced them out. “I never loved you.”

The sob that shook her body was heartbreaking, even for his inebriated state, as she nodded once again and walked out of the room.

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assortedfruitsnacks212 · 6 years ago

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UPDATE ON REYLO SHIT - fic edition

Omg y’all I’ve got like a thousand and one projects still, holy jesus. And I’m committed to finishing them all no matter how long it takes :p Please pray for my sanity, and for my poor, poor hands.

***FICS IN PROGRESS***

Mine (A/B/O fic)

Reylos love their A/B/Os, and if I had any doubts about that, they were destroyed when I posted this baby. ;) It’s not a proper fic exactly. It started off as a oneshot, but people kept begging for more, so I’ve turned it into a series of sorta-kinda standalone chapters. I thought about giving it a coherent plot, but I’ll be honest: I just want the smut.

That said, I DO plan to add more content, I’m just not sure when! I frickin’ love A/B/O porn, and this is my excuse to write it in canon-verse.

If you have any ideas for smut scenes, feel free to share. I’m basically waiting for inspiration by this point!

(sorry for the shitty moodboard btw, I threw it together just for this post lol)

The Descent of Ishtar (mythological dream sequence AU)

Yeah I’m totally ashamed of how long it’s taking for me to finish this. The thing is, I thought I knew the plot pretty well. Then events took an unexpected turn (for the better, imo), and now I’ve got to recalculate!

We’re reaching the end on this one, though. Probably just 3-4 chapters left to go.

So Many Snacks, So Little Time (Venom crossover)

I’m a Reylo fan AND a Tom Hardy stan. Behold, the natural result.

Tbh, this is pretty low on my list of priorities. I’m just not feeling the Venom vibes right now. That could change at any moment though... The wonders of the ADHD mind. ;)

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***FICS I’VE BLABBED ABOUT***

Untitled creepy forest AU

This fic is still close to my heart. Seriously, I’m haunted by the mood I want to create with it, and I think about the story often.

I’ve actually played around with the idea of making it an original novel. I feel like if I did, it could turn out really well. But it feels like such a Reylo story that I’ve had a hard time deciding. So I’ve been a bit paralyzed, and in the meantime I’ve turned my attention to other things.

But as I was writing this post, I realized it could be a Reylo story and an original novel. It’s AU-ish enough that if I changed Rey and Ben’s names, no one would know! ;) Which means I could go ahead and write it as a Reylo AU, post it as such, and later (if I still like it) revise it with publication in mind.

So yeah, I’m just trying to decide when to start it now. I already have so many WIPs. Is it okay to officially add one more to pile? :p

Untitled Blade Runner crossover

I still love this idea, but I need to stop somewhere, lol. Maybe one day, if I ever have the time!

But hey. This idea inspired a shorter fic I’m actively working on. And even better, it’s A/B/O!

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***FICS I HAVEN’T BLABBED ABOUT***

Untitled cyberpunk A/B/O oneshot

Ugh, god. Cyberpunk club sex is such a kink of mine. Add my other favorite kink, A/B/O, and HAWT DAMMMNNNNN I’m having a good time XD

It’s been slow work, but I hope to have it finished and posted by Celebration.

In the meantime, you should totally listen to this song, which I’ve had on repeat every time I write.

(again, shitty moodboard, sorry)

The Devil In a Field of Wheat (folk horror AU)

Around the time I drew the sketch pictured above, I discovered this song by Annie Eve. And suddenly I had another fic idea. Dammit.

Basically, on the weekend of her eighteenth birthday, Rey learns a tall, dark stranger has been watching and waiting for her all her life. Turns out he’s a literal devil... and he’s got PLANS for her. *waggles eyebrows*

The rough draft is maybe halfway done? Not sure. Again, it’s been slow work :p

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Alright I think that’s everything?? Fic-wise, anyway. Art is gonna need a whole other post...

Let me know if I forgot something. I’m juggling so many projects, I wouldn’t be surprised if one slipped through the cracks!

#reylo #reylo fics #reylo abo #reylo smut #reylo trash #reylo fic #reylo fanfic #reylo fanfiction #reylo fam #reylo fandom #rey x ben #ben x rey #kylo ren x rey #rey x kylo ren #assortedfruitsnacks212

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atmilliways · 6 years ago

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M, A for Stuck on the Outside Failing to Look In (Just Like in Real Life), K, E for that one fic your wrote on LJ where Toki and Skwis both wind up in the hospital after hooking up too much because *I* want it, C, H, A again for All is Calm, All is Dark, R, L, E for Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner, S, N, N again, A again for A Murder of Two, T, H, A again DEALER'S CHOICE, N a third time, K, I, and two S's.

“Make Charles n Nathan kiss.”

Have done, can do, will do! And kudos for making me go back to LiveJournal for a fic I hadn’t even planed on moving over to Ao3 because I was worried it was too dramatic.

(Fanfic Ask Meme)

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

Hm, what have I not already blabbed about… Oh, you’ll like this. I’ve semi started working on a preklok fic where Nathan and Skwisgaar share an apartment and it’s an absolute sty, so Nathan gets some homeless kid to clean it in exchange for food and use of their shower. Enter Toki. Cue eventual threesome.

Eventually once Magnus is kicked out of the band they’re going to conspire to “hold auditions” for the rhythm guitar part but have Toki show up late and blow everyone else out of the water while they pretend to be surprised.

A: How did you come up with the title to Stuck on the Outside Failing to Look In (Just Like in Real Life)?

A lot of the Skwistok I write tends to feature both of them being idiots who aren’t good at communication. Like in that fixed you wanted me to pull a slide your house where they both end up in the hospital for stupidity related. Stuck on the Outside is the most reflective of that, title-wise.

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

In terms of drawn out angst? Take Me To Church. Nine chapters plus a prologue and epilogue of Charles scrambling to figure out what is even happening, and the learning curve is not kind to him.

E: If you wrote a sequel to that one fic your wrote on LJ where Toki and Skwis both wind up in the hospital after hooking up too much because I want it, what would it be about?

After they’re both released from the hospital, they continue to Not Talk About It until cornered by the rest of the band. When asked why they were gone for so long Skwisgaar has an aneurism-like idea and just blurts out “Guitars!!” So they haphazardly cobble together an excuse about how they’ve been doing a lot of “extra practice sessions” to get Toki up to speed on some of his trickier parts.

Basically, they hash out an agreement for their “extra practice session” relationship with Nathan, Pickles, and Murderface not only listening, but chiming in with helpful shit like “Yeah Skwisgaar you make sure he gets all the extra practice he needs!!”

C: What character do you identify with the most?

Nathan. I guess because he’s kind of the most “omfg can we just get shit done” of the group while also being such a perfectionist to the point of “nope, not good enough, start all over again from scratch and get it right motherfucker.” I can relate to both of those things. And he strikes me as such a Taurus (stubborn as hell, bull in a china shop, etc), which I also am, so there’s that too.

H: How would you describe your style?

I wouldn’t, because it’s hard.

A: How did you come up with the title to All is Calm, All is Dark?

Don’t quote me on this, I’m only the author or whatever, but I think I wrote it or titled it or something over the holidays one year as a fluff present for a friend. The title is based on a line from Silent Night, but I changed “bright” to “dark” because Charles needs a dim, quiet space to relax and recharge.

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

Douglas Adams, Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman, Robin McKinley, and… a lot more. I’m basically a sponge. In high school, while we were reading Grapes of Wrath in lit class, I wrote a story in my creative writing class that was kind of fantasy, kind of magical realism, but depressingly paced like that one chapter where the fucking turtle crosses the fucking road, thank you John fucking Steinbeck.

Also a million billion fanfic writers across five or six different fandoms.

L: What’s the weirdest AU you’ve ever come up with?

Personally, I consider coming up with a headcanon for a Metalocalypse Fraiser AU pretty weird on the grounds that it’s obscure, and I’m still amazed that enough people both knew what I was talking about and felt moved to make “oh my god you did it” comments.

E: If you wrote a sequel to Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner, what would it be about?

Hm. Well, because I originally intended for it to be a Nathan/Charles story and it just sort of, uh, veered off on a different course there… So the sequel would probably be something like Nathan, Skwisgaar, and Toki still casually hooking up occasionally, but outside of those threesomes it’s basically just Skwistok. After a while of this, Skwisgaar starts teasing Nathan that Charles has a crush on him, and then Toki joins in, and then they start asking Charles “subtle” questions to try and suss out if it’s true, and it is. Meanwhile, Nathan’s still going through his “huh, I guess I’m bi then, okay… huh” thing and convinced that this crush rumor is bullshit.

Eventually the conspiring Scandinavians get those two crazy kids together, and make Charles a badly spelled Welcome To Our Threesome banner that absolutely does not leave the room intact.

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

I love doing missing scene/behind the scenes stuff. Like, you know, basically all of Take Me To Church. It’s such a challenge to on one hand know in my heart that Charles and Nathan are meant to be, but on the other not actually deviate from any established canon.

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

Yeah, somebody write that sequel I described for Nobody Puts Baby In A Corner. You have my blessing. Title it, I Carried A Watermelon Named Nathan.

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

Someone write B.A.N.D.M.A.T.E.S for me. I mean, I’m gonna, but I have stuff going on at the moment and I want to read it now.

A: How did you come up with the title to A Murder of Two?

A murder is a group of crows. There’s a Counting Crows song called A Murder of One, which is also where I got the idea for my murderofonerose screen name. (Rose is my middle name and it was back when I was still being dramatic about being single.)

So considering the rest of the band was killed by black birds, crows seemed fitting. And the whole “he’ll always have Charles” thing. They’ll stick together, their own little murder of two.

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

Rapefic. I’ll just casually refrain from reading that, nbd.

H: How would you describe your style?

Okay, whatever, I’ll do it, fine.

Very character driven. Always has been, even before I discovered fanfiction, because creating and/or developing characters is my favorite part. Buuuut it means I’m sometimes lacking in setting and plot… It’s a constant struggle. I’ve also always had kind of a thing for unreliable narrators — or not unreliable exactly, it’s not like they’re intentionally lying to do, but just you get most things filtered through their personal biases. That’s why I want Take Me To Church to have a companion story from Nathan’s point of view, so I can beat y’all with the dead horse that is everything that has flown over Charles’ head due to low emotional intelligence.

A: How did you come up with the title to DEALER’S CHOICE?

I know this is payback, but is anyone else starting to think that Dealer’s Choice would make a great fic title? And then the answer to this question would be, “Well this one time I was being an absolute madwoman/maniac and spammed a couple people’s inbox with lettered ask memes that doubled as a secret message because I’m a smartass. Blame my family for being awful at actual conversations and emotional support but superb at puns and one-liners. Anyway, one thing lead to another and they got me back, but I continued to be a smartass and used this as a title so I could continue to tell this story about singlehandedly revolutionizing the ask meme industry.“

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

Yeah, there is, a sequel to Stay Alive. *mic drop*

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

In terms of “oh, that’s… not good…” feels? I think it’s He Came Back (Wrong). Nathan definitely has feelings for Charles, confused and complicated as they are, but if he’s not quite the same person anymore then how is anything ever going to get resolved?

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Mainlining ridiculously long fics from start to finish, but they have to be complete and they have to really grab me. I have done this a few times since college and it’s simultaneously always worth it and always a Bad Idea.

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

Confessions of Feelings while drunk and/or high.

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

Fuck or Die. I mean, constructing the situation alone is impressive, because how often does that sort of thing even crop up.

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